The car park in my local pub was always filled, every Friday night, with grey Range Rovers. But in recent months I’ve noticed the electrical Porsche Taycan is starting to make its presence felt. And it’s easy, when I’m inside, enjoying some devilled kidneys, to spot who’s driving them, because they rush over and tell me.
I try to be polite and look interested as they explain how fast their car is and how much more reliable it will be than the grey Range Rover they sold to buy it. And I usually wrap up the conversation by inviting them on one of my shoot days this autumn. That should shut them up; when they get stuck and use all the battery power to try
