Well with a vocabulary that--as of this afternoon--includes "vrrmmminess" I'm clearly cut out for the job on Top Gear. As long as I'm allowed to condemn a vehicle completely if it's "a bitch to park".

Unfortunately if I approve of the vehicle I am likely to cackle hysterically at speed, and I've also been known to squeal "wheeeeeeeee!" going around roundabouts or slaloming around the road bumps at the train station in the early hours.

Perhaps I do need to release my inner hoonette on the track. Joys of Spring, and all this without the dubious benefit of testosterone.