WHERE were you during the great maelstrom of 2013, storm St Jude?
Not to make light of the tragic deaths recorded there is the question of the almost manic rush to include each and every weather related incident.
FOR those enjoying a cool city life there is no shortage of bijou hatchbacks well equipped to play music from your smart phone and bring admiring looks.
But what if you need something a little longer? Perhaps because you have started to collect Victorian clothes props or have taken to drying your own spaghetti. There are plenty of genuine reasons for hankering after just a few more inches. Like opening a mobile coffee service. No, seriously, today's suitable case is the first car to offer a LavAzza coffee maker as an option.
BENTLEY recently held the launch of its six-litre Flying Spur in China. May as well get to the core market early doors.
What's the point in concentrating on Europe where there are only a limited number of footballers and scrap metal dealers and the big financial news is that Dave had brought forward his plans to make life so much easier for young couples desperate to get on the Pontefract pigeon loft ladder?
AMONG the desolation of tumbleweed-strewn high streets during the recent economic Armageddon there have been some shops where queues have grown.
Aldi is wearing out conveyor belts faster than the JFK baggage hall with one million new customers more than doubling profits. When a new store opened in upmarket Knutsford this June, Astons and Jags were parking up from 3am.
'AN English classic with a twist.' Words which should set off the four minute warning for any diner. Cup-a-Soup but in a bowl.
Albion's country pub Sunday lunch should be nothing more than carnage covered in gravy. But 'with a twist' it is served in the style of a tower of Babel. Topped by a tiny brass band. Playing Jerusalem.
DEPRESSING though the thought may be, I always associate the Last Night of the Proms with the end of the British summer, a sort of back to school concert for jingonistas and flag-waving Canadians who think it's about the music.
It is part of nicely spaced traditions in Albion's calendar - Trooping of the Colour, the Edinburgh Tattoo, the Service of Remembrance and the Cup Final.
SOME weeks ago I was speculating on the threat to young pedestrians posed by typing into smartphones while swanning about.
For this slight against the clearly superhuman youth of today I was pulled up short by my daughter, who pointed out that as she was not a pre-Obama American president she was quite capable of walking and talking, not to mention texting, at the same time.
ONCE gain we have lived through the annual excitement of whether or not the nation's students have excelled their quota for A-star pluses with distinctions and other bonuses in applied domestic science.
Depending where you live it seems the GCSE results went up, down or sideways as they always do. The thing is that somewhere out there in the land of 10 As and a B in cycling proficiency could be a young brain who, one day, may answer the question currently teasing scientists - how, where, why did it all begin?
THERE cannot be a single small boy, unless he was to grow up to be Jonathon Porritt, who has not sat with a piece of paper and fantasised what the car of the future would be like.
Fins, wings all manner of lights and pointy shapes. Ford will never know how much despair they caused when the future of the saloon car was unveiled. And it was a Sierra about as excitingly shaped as potatoes.
UNTIL recently no self-respecting parent would expose a child to the school run without the protection of a fully bloated 4x4. Audi Q7s, the yummy-mummy Volvo XC90 and anything with the name Range on it ensures safe passage through the urban jungle and broadcasts message that this is a child which does not rely on a pub raffle to go to Disneyland.
Look, it's only reasonable. Out there are urban foxes the size of small horses. It's a straight furrow you plough in a Chelsea Tractor. Organic crops, of course.