Polished 3008 - the privilege we need!

Imagine the Peugeot you never wanted came flirting. It arrived with 4 numbers of no interest and an ass the size of a Gupta tender. It was the most surprising love affair we ever had.

Its badge was silly. What was it even? A Peugeot? And was Peugeot still even in South Africa? Deep down, you knew Dad would cringe if he saw you in it and even I, “journalist and all”, secretly raised an eyebrow after taking the key.

Partly at the Peugeot of course and partly at my self-donned title of 'journalist', which just wasn’t true. I was a big mouth at the very most, a commentator if I was generous. A journalist, I am not.