I've been in a car three or four times when it filled with water and it's not a comfortable feeling.

And I like pygmy goats, because they're just lovely, and ducks.

With the case of running, it really is a case of get out, set yourself a distance, run it, and then do it again the next day. It's tremendously simple.

Failing my driving test first time; that was a disappointment on a geological scale.

My first car was a 1976 Toyota Corolla Liftback in red, like the one in 'The Blues Brothers.' I painted a Union Jack on the roof. I was absolutely in love with it until I destroyed it, which broke my heart!

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

My grandfather on one side was trained as a cabinetmaker but eventually worked as a coachbuilder and then built cars. I inherited from him a love of cars, but with no technical ability whatsoever, sadly!