Eyes on the prize

Sometimes the answer is right in front of you. I was driving along the A422 this evening wondering what the devil I was going to write for this week’s column and drawing a resolute blank.

I could almost hear Dan’s fingers drumming on his desk, impatient for some words to feed to the ever-hungry app. And then there it was, floating in the middle distance like some ghostly answer to my prayers.

I’m sure you have by now devoured the excellent article that Andrew English wrote a few days ago about the multiple irritants that mar modern cars. I read it nodding in agreement. Dastardly distractions, needless complications and technological backward steps all packaged up and served as progress.