So I didn’t get a Lincoln Town Car. But I did buy a shiny new Saab 900 Turbo. It’s not particularly new (1985), it certainly doesn’t shine, and the turbo doesn’t work. If someone who worked for Saab saw it, they’d probably chisel off the Saab badge. So in reality, I have a 900. No longer am I a member of the transportless dispossessed and disenfranchised underclass. I am part of the red leather cosetted driving elite. Consequently I have been promoted from just a light and sound man. Now I am a gopher in waiting at the Hyde Park Theatre. Last night I had to go on a knicker-run for one of the show’s lap-dancers for example. I’m sure Spielberg probably started like this, with a 900.