On the road: Bentley Mulsanne
I don't live in Sandbanks , or Alderley Edge . I live in an unglamorous part of London. The cars in my street go old Saab, Mini, Primera, Mondeo, Yaris. No Bentleys, until today.
It arrives in a lorry – to save fuel, probably. A ramp is lowered and something claret-coloured and very shiny emerges. And keeps on coming. This isn't the "baby" Bentley, the one the footballers drive; the Mulsanne is one massive mofo, a proper flagship Bentley with a proper flagship price tag. Can they really be letting me borrow one, here in Dollis Hill?
My first attempt at a drive doesn't go well. Right, I've psyched myself up, I'm going to go out there, get in that car… Oh my God, a couple of passersby have stopped and are admiring – or loathing – it. I can't do this with people around, and suddenly remember I've forgotten something, do a damn-I've-forgotten-something face in case anyone is watching, tap my pockets for authenticity, then scuttle back inside.

front end with a more upright grille and wider intakes in the bumper, plus LED accents in the headlights inspired by the 2011 Bentley Mulsanne flagship.