Rage, rage against the dying of the internal combustion engine. For those not yet ready to succumb to a mobility scooter, there are still alternatives. But hurry.
I had breakfast with a friend of mine, a garrulous North American, to celebrate a significant birthday. He said to me, moodily pushing a piece of haddock around his Connaught plate: ‘Do you know, Stephen, as I get older, I am reassessing the priorities in life?’
I was expecting an earnest confession of enthusiasm for Advaita Vedanta, non-duality, veganism, breeding llamas and petit-point. Instead, he told me: ‘And I am more than ever convinced that these priorities are sex, drink and fast cars.’
Sex and drink we will leave for another day, but let’s enjoy the car while we can. The great
