For the last dozen years or so, I have sat on the jury of the Car Of The Year award. Not World Car Of The Year, UK Car Of The Year, Car Of The Year For People Who Wear Silly Hats On Tuesdays, just plain old Car Of The Year.
I do it not because it pays, because it doesn’t, nor for profile because thankfully I don’t need it, but because it’s an important award and, arrogant arse that I am, I think as someone who’s driven examples of most new cars to go on sale over the last 30 years, it’s a call I’m qualified to make.
The UK returns six out of a total of 60 jurors – our own Andrew English among them – and between us we write for most of this country’s major automotive titles.
