This is a photograph of George Square in Halifax, taken – as far as I can remember – in the mid 1960s. You don’t get to see much, just a few neon signs and fuzzy shop windows, but you don’t need to see much to spark a memory. This is Halifax’s answer to Times Square or Piccadilly Circus: a tobacconist and a pram shop. You might not be able to hear it, but there is a soundtrack playing in the background to this picture: something suitably smokey and jazzy. The rain is falling, and you are on your way home from the pictures; heading for the bus stop hoping to make the last bus home. Neon memories.