The Four Stages of Yam Believer:
Cardiganed
We've lost ownership. We're locked in the boot of someone else's car and we don't know where we're going. We talk about the Docksiders.
Yellow Cardiganed
We've become a complete laughing stock. We've lost all our dignity and self respect. We're pretending that everyone else is against us and doesn't understand business like our saviour does. We think about what the beautiful people will be wearing this summer.
Rovered
We've lost the plot. Where did all the transfer money go? We're praying its all Hobonomics. We repeat 108 years to each other.
Mid Level Financial Services Managered
Every time we go for a drive we end up in Gretna. We nurse our deep, deep bitterness.
We are polishing our grille badges. We polish and we polish and we polish. They don't make Rovers any more.