I've just spent the weekend - yes, most of it - driving a Porsche Cayman. I'm gradually coming down from my high, but I'm still pretty convinced it's the best car I've ever driven.

It's nowhere near being the fastest, or the most powerful, or the quickest point-to-point; but it's got to be the sweetest-handling thing I've driven. And, best of all, it's converted me back to manual gearboxes.