ILLUSTRATION: PAUL RYDING
If the life of the motor car was an Eighties disco, Careless Whisper is currently soaking the village hall and two couples are drunkenly grappling on the dance floor. The party is nearly over. The place is mildly out of control and canoodling couples lurk in corners to take advantage of those last few minutes. The imminent approach of the end is making people do rash things – to make use of those final few minutes. The atmosphere is electric. In a village disco, that probably means a speculative lunge at the local bobby’s daughter. In Stuttgart it means the GT4 RS.