I've still got that little freedom part of me that wants to have a car that looks really sexy.

I haven't got a car or a house. I've got a wife, but I didn't pay for her! I spend all my money on my glorious wife. She's here with a knife at my throat!

I had some vague memory of visiting Canberra as a lad, when we came up with my father by car. But when I made the long train journey from Sydney to Canberra and arrived at the little stop, I did wonder slightly whether this really was the national capital.

Normally in dangerous situations I have a getaway car.

Doorman - a genius who can open the door of your car with one hand, help you in with the other, and still have one left for the tip.