Indeed! A fine looking chap but you’d not want him near your daughter
What struck me more than the car was the scenery. It twigged around the point where he was stood next to the rear of the car pointing out bits.
Initially it was the watery winter sun hazily glowing through the grey clouds above the miles of flat green fields, looking like a setting for a painting. Well, it stopped me looking at his beige shoes at least...
Then moving on to the in-car driving: it was all beautifully flat! Visibility! Somewhere where you can actually drive a modern 300 plus BHP sports hatch without wondering whether you’ll encounter sudden death around each corner.
Where I live it’s all bends, trees, hills and suicidal nature.
At 4:30 in the morning, as Alison Mosshart explains to me it ain’t water that she wants, each bend on the beautifully clear (of traffic) roads fills me with dread that there’ll be yet another navel gazing stag standing aimlessly in the road bathing in the moonlight.
Can you fit bull-bars to a Golf?
Then during the daylight hours it’s people who think driving 30 miles to take their dog for a sh!t on the beach is an essential journey, or grandma popping out somewhere for some reason, the Lycra jockeys, the caravanettes...
oh for some flat roads and visibility!
