So I’m driving up to Nottingham today in what some impartatial observers have described as ‘a boat’. It’s almost the biggest car I’ve ever seen, let alone driven, every time I get behind the wheel I’m psychologically leaving 2 seconds between action and reaction for the speed of light to transmit my orders to the back of the car. So yes, it’s an estate. A Ford Mondeo estate and if I never see one again as long as I live I’ll be happy. Let’s make it clear that any children of mine will be going to school in the back of a Lotus Elise or taking public transport. There will be no concessions. The beast makes me feel rather like Baron Harkonnen in Dune, hovering a few feet up, my massive bulk lightened only by power steering and ABS brakes. It’s not an entirely pleasant feeling.