When The Afterburner Lights, I Haven't Got

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.

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

No Action Hero Is More Closely Associated With Cars Than James Bond.

For Somebody Who Has Injured Their Brain, Every Single Thing They Say And Think Will Be The Subject Of Their Own Questioning.

You Can Stick A Bmw Badge On A Dead Cat - And People Would Still Buy It.