The car is populist modern art – I am sorry, reader, meet your plug-in Raphael – and a mirror of the driver’s soul. I am small and raging, and I love the Mini, because it is like me. I wonder if people used to feel this way about horses. Probably.  

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The Mini is like a lot of British people apparently: we are over-represented in the small and raging. It’s the best-selling British car of all time and if it wasn’t in Bond – I mean around Bond – it was in The Italian Job, which is both sexier – anyone can have Bond, Caine is slightly more detached – and more relatable. Looking at the Mini, here a convertible Cooper S exclusive, named for John Cooper of the Cooper Car Company of Surbiton, evokes the time when cars had identities. They couldn’t help it: their makers hadn’t learnt to disguise their souls in a medium black SUV with a trim called........

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