Owning a TVR in the past was like owning a bear. I mean it was great, until it pulled your head off, which it would.

Mix an anorexic body with a heart made of pure fire and you are going to go with a savagery that's hard to explain.

My epiglottis is full of bees!

Does anyone really imagine for a moment that my wife gives two stuffs about global warming? She certainly did not appear to be all that bothered on Thursday evening when, during the great carbon-saving switch-off, I ran round the house furiously turning on every light, hair dryer, dishwasher and toaster.

...it seemed appropriate that I should develop some kind of illness. This is a good idea when you are at a loose end because everything, up to and including herpes, is better than being bored.

The Suzuki Wagon R should be avoided like unprotected sex with an Ethiopian transvestite

Owning a TVR in the past was like owning a bear. I mean it was great, until it pulled your head off, which it would.