I have always been drawn to cars that are a little bit different.
My first, in 1989, was a Marine Blue Volkswagen Beetle when most of my peers were driving Ford Fiestas and Escorts: good cars, no doubt, but back then the Beetle offered something more original and at
a price I could afford.
With a 1300cc engine it wasn’t the quickest, but it looked great and had that unique sound that only an air-cooled car provides.
It was cherished for a number of years until I finally moved on to another VW, a 1988 Mk2 Golf GTI, which was also a fun car for me – until it was stolen from Brighton seafront while I was on a night out.
Fast-forward 25 years and, after a number of relatively sensible cars, an opportunity arose to purchase something different again.
Working from home and covering minimal annual mileage, my attention turned to buying a classic and, with the prices of old Porsches climbing into the stratosphere, I turned to a car that had always been on my wishlist and was a surprise to most of my friends: the Jaguar XJS.
I have my father to thank for my interest in the XJS, because he owned a number of Jaguars over the years.