WE all have different tastes, which is just as well. For example, I’m eternally grateful for the invention of headphones to save me from the pain of hearing my teenage sons’ music, and Mrs B quite likes bald men, which means I don’t have to fly to Turkey to have armpit hair transplanted to cover my thinning thatch.
There have been a couple of Range Rovers for sale which show that taste is a very subjective thing, too. First up was