Losing the horn

Driving away from the office there was a loud bang as something hit the underside of the car. There had been nothing in the road in front of me but looking in the mirror I saw something in the road behind me. Something that must have fallen off the car. I three-point turned and went back to find one of the horns, slightly battered but intact. I threw it into the passenger footwell. Another job for the list.

Pretend MoT nerves

Met photographer at MoT station to photograph the XJ6 pretending to be tested. Still feel nervous, even though she only passed in April! Fool.

Idiots thrill the radio star

I appeared on Southern Counties Radio this morning, telling how important rear seat belts were in my decision to buy the Jaguar. Bizarrely found myself arguing with the woman from the Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents who seemed to be making a case for not having rear seat belts because people look at a classic car, smile and wave as they pass. The idea of old people grinning and gurning at me as they drive along is terrifying.