At Home I Drive An Old Land

I Don't Particularly Want To Smear Myself Into A Hillside.

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

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.

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.

All Of Us, Each And Every One, Lives A Life That Is, In Its Own Right, An Epic.