Is it "The Christmas Effect", this sudden run of photo-books about classic British favourites ?
Stocking fillers for sad old men who whine on about the cars of their youth ?
I've even found them hanging around my own house. (Ed - the men or the books ?)
Some fools even invent models that never actually existed in period,
appear to waste their lives making totally pointless parts,
and then have the nerve to expect us to believe spurious claims about power - viz
when everyone knows that a MiniVan only ever made 39 BHP on a good day,
and then they go and turn it all into an effing book !!
Waste of bloody paper and ink.