Queen B CAR-CULTURE ROYALTY

You hear Queen B before you see her. The throaty sound of a high-performance exhaust echoes around the industrial buildings in a little corner of South West London, gradually growing louder until, finally, a bright-red vintage BMW pulls into the yard. Riding on beasty chrome rims, it hangs so low that the engine almost scrapes the floor. Wearing white high-tops and a camo Yankies baseball cap, out steps Becky Evans, aka Queen B.

At a hiss.