No, no, no. There's no such thing as cheap and cheerful. It's cheap and nasty & expensive and cheerful.

The only person to ever look good in the back of a 4-seater convertible was Adolf Hitler

It was as relaxing as being tickled.

In the olden days I always got the impression that TVR built a car, put it on sale, and then found out how it handled. Usually when one of their customers wrote to the factory complaining about how dead he was.

If the Scottish want to break away, I shall stand on Hadrian's Wall with a teary handkerchief, and say: 'Good riddance to the lot of you, and take your stupid bagpipes with you.'

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.

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.