This car is more fun than the entire French air force crashing into a firework factory.

Sometimes I stagger even myself with my genius.

God may have created the world in six days, but while he was resting on the seventh, Beelzebub popped up and did this place.

The "public" seems to have bought into this belief that life can, and should, be run without risk, that all accidents are avoidable, and that death is something that only happens to people who eat meat and smoke.

Looking good in Italy is even more important than looking where you're going.

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.

You have city centre pubs where men go to meet girls, not realising that all girls in city centre pubs have thighs like tug boats and morals that would surprise a zoo animal.