I asked the waiter if Fish was one of the specials. He said, “No, he was the singer from Marillion.”

Always good to see the @coolflo guys @RRGathering @GoodwoodRRC #retrorides

Button. Brawn. Amazing.

Looking back to 2026 at @BrooklandsMuseu ;-)

On the way to @BrooklandsMuseu

Ready to assist at @goodwoodrevival

We made it! #minisbythesea #mini #minisuper #minivan #mk1mini

David Lammy is now Deputy Prime Minister… A man who thinks that Henry VII succeeded Henry VIII; Marie Antoinette won a Nobel Prize; & Red Leicester is a blue cheese.

Spotted at #capelshow yesterday

Ghostly goings on at Redhill Cruise

Proper car spotted at @fosgoodwood

Spotted at Tulleys Farm

What an absolute disgrace.

Some crackers on our Club stand @BrooklandsMuseu today. :-)

Couple of small jobs to do and she's ready for @BrooklandsMuseu Mini Day!

Moke at the Black Swan today!

Do the right thing and step aside! Safety and security is my priority for London and I actually know a thing or two about it! Help londoners by helping me with your resignation! Enough is enough…

Event update: the New Year's Classic Gathering is rescheduled to Saturday 4 January. Due to weather warnings forecasted for 1 January, the New Year's Classic Gathering has been rescheduled to Saturday 4 January 2025. Pre-booked tickets for 1 January will be valid for 4 January.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land, Keir Starmer was scheming, with taxes in hand. The grannies were starving, no heat for their fire, While Keir and his mates drank champagne to admire. Two-tier Keir, with his free gear spree, Gave handouts to cronies but left none for tea. “Tax the poor harder!” cried Rachel, with glee, While she filled up her purse with the rich’s decree. "Farmer Harmer", they whispered, down in the shire, For Keir’s latest rules set their fields aflame higher. “And what of the windmills?” Ed Miliband chimed, “Let’s build them in Africa—on Britain’s last dime!” David Lammy, meanwhile, with passport in hand, Flew off to give away some far-off land. “Where am I going?” he asked with a grin, “Is this Europe, or Africa, or somewhere in between?” For Christmas this year, he’ll need quite the look— A sturdy new map and a thick history book. Old Rachel Thieves, was next to appear, “Let’s rob all their pockets, my conscience is clear!” From the rich she took nothing, they gave her a grin, While the poor cried, “What happened? We’re skint again!” And for those who are old, with no heating or stew, Labour's solution is ready for you. “Take the assisted jab; we’ll see you out right, But do it before April, or the tax man will bite!” Up on the rooftops, they laughed and they plotted, While the working folk’s savings grew tattered and rotted. For free gear Keir and his mates so dear, Were feasting on steaks while the cupboards stayed clear. But lo, as dawn broke, the people awoke, And saw through the plans of this laughable bloke. “Enough of the nonsense, the taxes, the lies, We’re taking our votes, and we’ll cut you to size!” So here is the moral, for those who still dream, Of leaders who promise and then plot and scheme: Beware of the Starmer, the Lammy, the Band, Or you’ll find yourself penniless, hand in hand.