Brendan O'Connor: Would you buy a used car from me?
I've basically got a used-car lot going out in the front garden. I'd say my neighbours are getting a bit concerned. They're probably calling me Arthur Daley behind my back. We had two ancient hulks out front, and now they've been joined by another, slightly less ancient one.
My new car, which is only 10 years old, has joined my old car, which is now sweet 17, and my wife's, which is a youthful nine. These are old cars and largely worthless. but they are beautiful cars. And I'd rather an old one that might need a bit of TLC now and then, but has a beautiful walnut dash, weathered leather seats and that glides like an aeroplane, to, say, a newer Micra.
The older cars, all having gargantuan engines, are a bit heavier on the tax, and on the juice, but I don't drive much anyway, and I've decided that huge tax on a worthless old car is better than losing the equivalent every year in depreciation on, say, a newer Fiesta. And oldies are much more fun. The 17-year-old is a big boat of a Merc, and you glide along feeling like you're driving a stately home around the place. It's actually relaxing just to get into it.