Wolseley (‘The car with its name in lights’) is a moniker that means very little to anyone under 50.
The brand died in 1975 on the Wolseley Six – the six-cylinder, wedge-shaped BL Princess – yet somehow the 6/80 is still one of our most unshakeable images of a now impossibly distant late ’40s/early ’50s austerity period.
In no sense were they ‘great’ cars, yet there is a little part of me that has always wanted one. Rarity and intrigue are part of the appeal: I was born in 1966, but I don’t ever recall seeing a 6/80, even under a tarpaulin in someone’s garden.
Instead, it was through watching ’70s afternoon TV that these cars got under my skin: the staple fare of almost every black and white British ‘B’ feature, but most notably Scotland Yard.
Here, in the opening credits, the vision of a 6/80 police car motoring along dark, rainy 1950s London thoroughfares (accompanied by a peril-laden theme tune) remains hugely evocative of a time and a place.
Even in the early ’70s, this seemed like a long lost world; a world of burly, trenchcoat-and-trilby-wearing coppers shrouded in the smog of full-strength cigarette smoke; men who moved seamlessly between the wooden-panelled offices of Scotland Yard, and the cosy rear seats of these big, rounded black saloons in the pursuit of justice.