Let the good times Rolls

WITHIN 10 minutes of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan arriving, my phone began to ping constantly. It was the neighbours. ‘Toby, that wagon you have is off the scale,’ read the first message. ‘Awesome great beast!!’ was another. ‘A Sherman tank with heated seats,’ came the third. Next, my personal favourite: ‘You should go full rapper, gold chains, booming tunes, shades when it’s raining… just drive around and around the block.’

It’s fair