There are shantytowns in South Africa that are built better than Renaults!

There are many rules for the elderly in the Highway Code. I have one too, and here it is: get a bloody move on.

Sometimes I stagger even myself with my genius.

Some say he never blinks, and that he roams around the woods at night foraging for wolves. All we know is he’s called the Stig.

The Americans lecture the world on democracy and then won’t let me turn the traction control off!

Some say his droppings have been found as far north as York, and that he has a full size tattoo of his face, on his face. All we know is he’s called the Stig.

Some say that he has no understanding of clouds, and that his ear wax tastes like Turkish Delight. All we know is he’s called the Stig.