BUYING ON IMPULSE
It was the most expensive bacon roll I have ever purchased. You see, on some Saturdays I would drift down to the Cotswolds base of my friend, Ian, a classic Ferrari dealer. I’d driven Ferraris as my daily transport during the 1980s, and raced them too, so we had common backgrounds. And if we were not interrupted by customers, Ian would dispatch his assistant to a nearby bakery for porcine-themed sustenance. This particular morning, I was paying; and while we were waiting for the orders to arrive, I surveyed the car park.
“So, what are you driving right now, Ian?” I enquired. The transport of the moment turned out to be a Bentley Continental GT, taken in part-exchange. Full service history at Bentley, engine just removed for a pipework check as part of that famous £8500 thirty-something-thousand-mile service.
“You’ve had lots of Bentleys,” said Ian, suddenly
