I used to have the Range Rover LR3, which I loved very, very much.
I have my 1973 Citroen DS 23 Pallas. I drive it all the time. It’s still the most beautiful shape in the world.
Where I lived, it was a cold mining place, a village called Dunston. The only time you saw a Rolls-Royce was when somebody died.
When I was in school, I used to look out the window and see the big red double-deck buses driving by. It just looked so free.
People are famous for being famous and for nothing else. And good luck to them, because it lasts about a year and then they’re nothing again.