Much easier than actually having to think, devise and polish a post is to just point to someone else's. So sit back, loosen the seat belt a tad and enjoy - sort of - the ride as My Favourite Tory, Jeremy Clarkson, gives you chapter and verse on road design, the state of Britain and what's wrong with most other people.
You will note by the time you've reached the end of his piece that, although it is ostensibly a road test of the Mitsubishi Outlander, there's only one sentence which says "don't bother."
Quite so. We had an Outlander for the recent holiday in Tassie and it was ideal. Because Tassie is so breathtakingly beautiful, it helps to have a car in which there is nothing inside of any interest. Also, despite sewing-machine-like quietness it was as a gutless as a bucket of amoebae, giving you plenty of time to look out the window.
Even while driving.
And appropos of Lamborghini Gallardos, there was one parked at the rear of the local noshery than Mrs VVB, a mate and I visited on Friday night. And a bunch of young blokes having a smoke and a yarn outside the kitchen. On questioning, one claimed it was his.
Either the restaurant is doing exceptionally well or someone's in a slightly different game. I looked at the young blokes and my money's on the latter.