I'd like to pretend I own a 1981 Series 3 88" 2.25 diesel called Mandy and still have friends, but we all know that isn't true. Cup after cup of tea goes cold, lunch gets missed. So does dinner. Meeting friends at the pub at 9pm? Sure. A sheepish call at 11pm doesn't change the fact they've called time... Faffing at a professional level.

Owning a Land Rover - no choice in the matter.