My Grandfather On One Side Was Trained

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.

At Home I Drive An Old Land Rover.

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

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

Mothers Will Be Fishing Kids Out Of Obscure Cubby-holes For Years!