My favourite car now has to be the '93 Ford Fairmont wagon I have just bought. After some of the sorry old things I have driven in the past, to me it is pure luxury. Power everything, including windows, glides along quietly, comfortable seats, nice cherry red colour, a good size for when I go camping, it even beeps at me when my fuel is getting low - which can be kinda annoying actually. Reminds me of the baby magpies we have that go "yark yark yark" at their parents, demanding to be fed. So I have christened her "Maggie" or "Maggie May".

Another car I had some years ago which was lovely when I got it, was a 1974 Valiant Charger Coupe. It was metallic blue and went like a rocket. Unfortunately the rust got it in the end, although it was still going like a rocket. I sold it to some young guys who were going to do it up, so I didn't feel so bad.

I get quite attached to all my cars, and even when they get really old and decrepit, I like to think they are going to a good home, not the scrap yard. Call me sentimental but I do believe those old hunks of metal have a soul.