You’re all absolutely mad,” said Tony Hatter as he looked up and down the table over lunch. Around it, a dozen or so of us laughed heartily while tucking into our fish and chips, while another two dozen did the same on further tables nestled around our countryside pub.
It was hard to argue with the sentiment. Outside, the rain was lashing down heavily – not just in the Sussex fields around us, but all over the south of the UK. And yet, in the pub car park, nearly 30 Porsche 993s of varying model, colour and age derivatives sat patiently, their elegant forms sullied