I am not a huge fan of American muscle cars*, but can you imagine driving the first Mustabugg? Your expression of delight tinged with smug satisfaction would be identical to Mrs Bugg’s, and your neighbors would be looking exactly like Mr Bugg.

What a glorious time.

*Not anymore, anyway. In my misspent youth? Oh, yes. One day I’ll tell you about it … but that day is not today.