My milkshakes brings all the boys to the Royal William Yard… Living without a car has been one of the most liberating things I can think of. A big deteriorating chunk of metal – losing value every mile of every day – charitably called an ‘asset’ by people who don’t know what they are talking about. Always needing to find a place to park it. Always afraid someone is going to steal it. Or dent it. Time for a service (ker-ching), time for new tires (ker-ching), time to bribe the government to have a piece of paper that says I’m okay to drive it (ker-ching).

I NEVER understood the appeal of cars… and not a single one has ever been ‘sexy’ to me. “Oh, look at my fast fancy sports car… which I can’t drive faster than the speed limit anyway” – or “Oh, look at my luxury car, made in the same factory that does the cheap Chinese rip-offs”.


But, I must confess… I am not immune to being a boy and liking things with engines. It’s just that my kind of ride needs even more TLC to run.

But it is like my bubbles always says… Life is about the simple things.

Like having caviar and champagne on your yacht.