ROBERT COUCHER
he only certainty in life is death. Don’t mean to be lugubrious but I’m writing this on the sixth anniversary of my old father’s expiry. I only mention this because it’s all his fault I’m involved in this classic car lark at all. ‘Mad Mike’, as we used to call him, was fiercely intelligent, incredibly driven, and hugely enthusiastic – I take after my mother. He really was a Renaissance Man, with a passion for delivering babies (obstetrics was his thing), music, calligraphy, wine, gardening
