The Audi e-tron GT: stylish enough to tempt Prince William

2030 is the deadline: the end of petrol cars in Britain. Because nothing lasts forever. ‘This may be the last petrol car that I design,’ said a British marque designer, sketching lines on a napkin wistfully. I threw the napkin in a trunk in the attic for memorial. I have become addicted to petrol cars in these last years because they are so conventionally masculine: driving them feels like theft, and it is mind-altering. If you don’t agree, drive an Aston Martin DB11 round a small bend. It will change you. I could write about the unspoken, unconscious joy of polluting – if you trash a planet it won’t forget you – but, like me, you are probably here for the car.

So, electric. So far, I have only driven a Tesla model X. It felt like a small and ambitious house. It had doors like wings and mitigated the misery of waiting to charge in service stations by being substantially more comfortable than service stations.