This silly survey is just pants

By Steve Orme on Oct 28, 09 04:30 PM

There is going to be a show, a big show, with fast cars, at Earls Court and to publicise it a Gatling gun volley of press releases peppered my inbox this week.

The first reveals that a survey, possibly of some people, named the Yamaha 'Panty' Boy Supreme the most stupidly named car in the world. Possibly in the entire cosmos.
I agree, what dim wit, certainly not Yamaha, would name a car after a boy wearing ladies' briefs and doing cover versions of Diana Ross numbers. Totally bonkers.
But then the car's real name isn't much better, Pantry Boy, with an 'r', makes a big difference suggesting useful carrying capacity for the catering trade rather than some contralto youth with a disturbing interest in cross dressing.
Incidentally, close contestants for top spot included the Isuzu Light Dump, no doubt accompanied buy the slight stomach cramps and occasional nausea.
Personally I would love to see the Isuzu Big Horn queued up behind a Daihatsu Naked.
The second release to land told us that some other people, men in fact, say their motoring fantasy is driving the 253mph Bugatti Veyron with Cheryl Cole beside them.
What? A fantasy about an inviting beauty, sleek, exiting, firm and easy to get into but with a gob on a stick Geordie bird in the passenger seat? I don't think so.
When you've paid £1m for Italian perfection a night on the pease pudding and Newky brown just won't cut it.
In the name of daft names and Simon Cowell's waistband, must so many electronic trees have died needlessly?