Iâ€™m not married and have no kids, so Iâ€™ve neatly side-stepped the whole mid-life crisis thing by simply not growing up. I get to enjoy a lot of things that other guys my age canâ€™t do, like going out with pretty girls, staying out at nightclubs until the early hours of the morning, and especially driving around in my sports car.
I have a nice little 1984 Porsche 924, the third one that Iâ€™ve owned. Although mechanically itâ€™s in excellent condition, the bodywork and upholstery are looking a bit shabby, so I think this Christmas it may be time to part with it and get myself something a little better.
Iâ€™ve always fancied a Porsche 944, preferably a Turbo. It may sound like TrustedReviews is paying me too much, but thatâ€™s one of the things I love about Porsches. Everyone thinks theyâ€™re massively expensive, but in fact you can pick up a good 944 for around Â£3,000 (a lot less than the TV I want, ed.). A well maintained late model 944 Turbo will set you back a few quid, sure, but the standard models are, to coin a phrase, cheap as chips.
Of course the best bit is pulling into a petrol station next to some balding 40-year-old marketing manager with three screaming kids and a fat bad-tempered wife crammed into his Vauxhall Zafira. The look of desperate envy on his face makes it all worthwhile.