Maybe size has something to do with it. When James Martin was a lad in the early 1980s, he would often be taken to Southend sea-front when there was a bit of a car show going on. There was a major 'scene' in the area back then, not just for British classics and fast Fords, but American cars and hot-rods too. Such enormous and outlandish cars can make an impression at an early age, and even if your tastes don't lie in a transatlantic direction when you reach adulthood, a fondness for really sizeable motor-cars is understandable. Thankfully James has better reasons for being fond of Rolls-Royces, which shoots a hole in our feeble armchair psychology.
'A couple of streets from where we lived, there was a lady who was visited a couple of times a week by a gentleman who drove a Silver
