Maybe it’s the guy who wears his silk pyjamas 24/7. Or the chap intent on showing me the 16 working pistons in his Bugatti watch. Or maybe it’s the loon in the Ferrari Monza who sets off at max revs and noise.
Every. Single. Time.
Perhaps it’s the man pitching his car curation business over dinner to this veritable of potential investors. Or the family that turned up with five Koenigseggs. Or the husbands discussing handbags as investments while their wives check their glossy nail polish. How about the bloke who’s got his own five-strong
