Ask any Ferrari, Porsche or Ray-Ban salesperson about their average customer and you will very likely hear that he is not, as the adverts would have us believe, a virile young footballer with shiny hair, a rippling six pack and a trouser pouch like a new punch bag. He is, in fact, a middle-aged bloke wearing more chins than he started life with and carrying the clear evidence of forty years of beer and pies slung across his midriff.

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

I had post-traumatic amnesia, five-second memory, it happens as a result of brain injury.

I do not see how hanging litter louts up by their heels and beating them with sticks could be considered a crime.

When the afterburner lights, I haven't got 5,000 horsepower. I've got 10,000 horsepower, and possibly the biggest accident you've ever seen in your life.

And to Mindy, I can only ever say a simple thank you. And dedicate the rest of my life to her.

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