It's always been my ambition to grow old disgracefully. There are so many things I've never done and one of these is hotwiring the car. Can it be so difficult, I wondered? After all, it's played a vital part in many a movie.
So after dropping off my granddaughter to work this morning, I stopped off in Somerfield's near-empty car park (it was pretty early) and rummaged around in the vicinity of the steering column.
All I found was a sweet wrapper. (one of mine, probably). The scene where the hero reaches in and yanks out a handful of brightly coloured wires didn't happen for me.
But at least I gave it a try. Now I have to think of something else...












