There is no such thing as a 'Consulting Detective'.

It's all to cover for the deep, dark well of agonising sorrow that is the British soul. Only in ancient, eminently combustible cars may we find the emotional fulfilment that all the bitter sarcasm and grey skies have so long deprived us of.

There's something very evocative about this image, though I can't quite put my finger on exactly what. All I know is, despite - or perhaps because of - its less-than-not-on-fire state, I can't help but think of that Bentley: 'What a car!'