Vauxhall-Lotus Carlton. I know it doesn’t take much to stoke a moral panic here in the UK, but we had a legit moral panic about it. It is a 180mph monster that looks like a regular businessman’s rep-mobile. Some people even claimed to get it up over 200mph, but I suspect that is tall tales.

“And I’m not a clone. I’m not a clone. I know a lot of people saying that I was cloned out there.”

Well I always liked the South West of Scotland, it has great scenery, the prices are reasonable, loads of parking, and there are some great tourist attractions.

My previous car was broke beyond repair. I didn’t want to drive my 80s Volvo that I use for my fishing gear for work. So I went to the nearest garage, asked them what they had for my budget of £3500, and I got my car the same day. It is a Vauxhall Corsa, if anybody cares. I sure don’t.

He uses it in the commonly accepted modern way. Language changes, especially English, so this is just the way it is used now. Clark is a journalist, he knows how language evolves under you and how to use the correctly changed versions of language. 

It doesn’t seem that hard. Can it include a few more estate car body options too. 

I’d use AI and in-cabin sensors to enhance driver capabilities.

And, lets face it, having to spend every day dealing with a different group trying something new is bound to get frustrating after a while even if they don’t achieve anything. She knows that just someone trying, even if they fail, invites another person to try something different. And another, and another. It just…

Victoria Neuman, why aren’t you going around blowing heads open? Much like Homelander, she shows restraint when Robert Singer says supes belong on The Masked Singer.

My Volvo 340 is so old and beat to shit, that it doesn’t matter how badly I mess it up when I throw my fishing gear in the back or I scrape the side on hedges driving down country lanes. It is great. I can do whatever the hell I want in it. 

Came from Tummel Bridge to Pitlochry on a dark night back in ‘98. I was very tired, and there is a bad 90 degree corner on that road and plunges straight down to the loch on the outside of it. Thank fuck I hit a tree when I failed to take the corner, because otherwise it would have been literally straight down the…

British Leyland used the same sense of despair and hoplessness across all its late seventies and eighties models, and workforce. 

Fried chicken shop?

I always liked the Scammell Scarab. It was like a Reliant, but done right. It didn’t topple in the corners, and it actually could haul shit.

What you did there, I like it. 

A classic Bentley. That is what all the Lords used to go cottaging in back in the 50s and 60s when Homosexuality was illegal. A tool and symbol of imperialist patriarchy, but used as a means for social class mixing, defying the police, and sexual liberation. Sure the history is complicated, history always is, but you…

Sounds like a recipe for a lot of self inflicted wounds, but okay. 

As always, Britain has got this.