Today I picked up a free copy of the British International Motor Show Survival Guide. How to survive the motor show. Many of you may be thinking this is typical macho petrolhead bullshit, but the motor show is a pretty hostile environment. It's extraordinarily hot, for a start, and it's not exactly a vegetarian's paradise. The stench of burning entrails (burgers to you) is everywhere, mingling with the contrails from City Airport and the exhaust fumes from a dozen SUVs and some Mazdas. Plus the whole place has that wierd new-car-interior smell, which just has to be at least mildly toxic.
