Watching Life On Mars Was Quite Frightening

At Home I Drive An Old Land Rover.

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 Like To Think That My Arrogance, Impetuosity, Impatience, Selfishness And Greed Are The Qualities That Make Me The Lovable Chap I Am.

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.

Watching Life On Mars Was Quite Frightening For Me Because Dipping In And Out Of Reality Was Quite Like Myself