I think a basic level of fitness can help the body cope with all manner of incidents.

Mexican cars are just going to be lazy, feckless, flatulent, overweight, leaning against a fence asleep looking at a cactus with a blanket with a hole in the middle on as a coat.

I run a lot. I have this five-mile run that I try and do a few times a week. If I do more, I get shin splints and it drives me mad, so I have to balance it.

Mothers will be fishing kids out of obscure cubby-holes for years!

Now, personally, I like a car with some sort of character.

I don't particularly want to smear myself into a hillside.

At home I drive an old Land Rover.