A bright yellow Lamborghini Huracan. A shiny new feature that allows you to broadcast live on Facebook. What else were we going to do, but head somewhere in the middle of nowhere and record a video of it being given a few blips of the throttle?
Unfortunately, with being the middle of the Hertfordshire countryside, the signal was appalling, hence the awful video quality. But, despite being somewhere where we thought no one was around, it took approximately 0.2 seconds between Tim giving the V10 Huracan a few revs and Mrs Horsey McHorseface appearing. She wasn’t happy.
“Excuse me, can you take that damn thing away please,” the wonderfully upper class lady shouts.
Naturally, I come over British and apologise profusely. She REJECTS my apologies. This is the worst thing you can do to a British person.
“This is not a general place for taking photographs,” she explains. It’s a public car park, though, and we have every right to be there. Naturally, I apologise some more.
“Go on,” she says, like she’s talking to a naughty dog. And like a naughty dog I bow my head and get into the car.
As we leave, she complains “what a stupid thing it is” and that it’s terrifying her horses. If Mrs Horsey McHorseface is reading this: we’re sorry. We’re not sure we said that enough.