After years of company cars (fastest, best off-roaders in the world, company cars) I'm now stuck with a 1987 Ford Fiasco with an exhaust that burbles like a herd of hippo with catarrh and which gives you a footbath whenever it rains.
I never thought I'd say it, but at Sidmouth I was casting lascivious looks at some of the big Winnebagos and other mobile shag-palaces on display.
Ah, one day...