My new toy. It's a vintage Corgi VW 1200 Saloon, with a hood and boot that open, and a single rhinestone headlight. The wheels turn when you twist the spare on the roof. Sometimes I imagine myself driving around in it, on a winding country road, through apple orchards, on a sunsparked summer afternoon. Wouldn't the world look somehow brighter from inside a car like this? Q admires it, too. But who wouldn't?