All Of Us, Each And Every One,

This Is Just The Happiest Car In The World! I Shall Call It Oliver! Not That We'd Ever Name A Car On Top Gear. I Wish I Hadn't Said That.

I Do Not See How Hanging Litter Louts Up By Their Heels And Beating Them With Sticks Could Be Considered A Crime.

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.

Some Say He Isn’t Machine Washable, And All His Potted Plants Are Called ‘steve’. All We Know Is He’s Called The Stig.

Forty Is Brilliant And I Love It. I'm Happier Now Than When I Was 20.