PAUL COWLAND
hen the Mini exploded onto the world stage in 1959, it achieved that rarest of all car marketeer’s dreams: classlessness. Irrespective of which model you’d ordered, it looked as good parked outside Harrods as it did the local paper shop. It cut the same dash at Newmarket as it did at the supermarket. It was as suitable for a Lord as it was scrimped and saved on the
