All hail the return of the gangster car. Or, more pertinently, the return of a Dover councillor’s accusation that the mayor of Dover, Neil Rix, would like to tool around his domain in “a big gangster car”.
Rix, if you recall, would like his Toyota Prius replaced by something larger and, ideally, grander: a Volvo S90, a Skoda Superb or a Mitsubishi Outlander PHEV. This isn’t the kind of vice that makes you a gangster in my book, but what do I know?
Anyway, none of those cars sounded very gangster to me. And, dear reader, neither do they to you. You may or may not be gangsters yourselves, but you have written in your droves. Well, dozens. Okay, tens. Well, look, a few of you emailed.
You suggest, among other things, that all gangsters are online these days anyway. You send a photograph, that I can never now unsee, of local grandees posing next to a Reliant Robin wearing Rolls-Royce badges. You propose that a new Vauxhall Insignia Grand Sport might be more appropriate for today’s street- going criminal, what with it being a much larger vehicle than a Prius but available for very competitive lease hire rates. Most sinisterly, you note that scooters are the prime choice of many inner city renegades.