It seemed perfect – a free 48 hour test drive of a car. I happened upon the offer two weeks ago. Ideal, I thought, for getting me from London to and from Glastonbury festival, picking up a few random hitch-hikers on the way.
But the picky gits at Vauxhall are still catching up with their paperwork, and can’t get me a 2 litre turbo car to test drive by Saturday. Oh, the inconvenience. Apparently it might take three weeks to organise. If you see a man in a carpark in Scotland at the end of July, trying to get out his frustration on a Vauxhall Vectra, that’ll be me. If there’s plumes of white smoke gushing from the tyres, and the whine of a new car’s engine bouncing off the rev-limiter, then I’ll probably be close by. Arse.