Hyde Park Corner was its usual jammed-up self yesterday morning. But as I gazed upon the scene of overheating metal, missed appointments and frayed nerves, I noticed something a little bit odd. Every single car on the entire roundabout was a big Mercedes-Benz.
Now I know Uncle Ken’s congestion charge keeps the poor out of central London and I know, too, that this is the time of year when celebrities come out of the closet to promote their latest book. So the demand for chauffeur-driven Mercs skyrockets.
I therefore peered from the back of my chauffeur-driven S-class into the others, hoping to catch a glimpse of Helen Mirren on her way from GMTV to a chat with Steve Wright. Or Kerry Katona perhaps, on her way from Fern and Phillip to Radio 5 Live to plug her new fitness video Fart Yourself Thin. Maybe I might even see Richard E Grant.
But no. Apart from James May on his way from Teachers TV to a shopping channel to talk about his new scratch’n’sniff book on armpits, most of the people in most of the Mercs looked fairly normal. Some were fat, some were thin, some were men and some were women. But they all had one thing in common. They’d been driven into a Mercedes because there’s absolutely nothing else on the market that will do.
http://driving.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/driving/jeremy_clarkson/article2690572.ece
lolA Merc says you’re a chauffeur and that you have Lee Ryan from Blue in the back, talking about his new range of hair product. A BMW says you won’t let anyone out of a side turning. An Audi says you’re big in cement, a Lexus says you’re a bit boring and a Maserati says you’ve gone nuts.