Not really, of course. But we have traded in out trusty Fiat Doblo for a shiny silver Citroen Berlingo with tinted windows so I can't be seen in the back whilst Mrs Rine and Lily occupy the front seats. I try (with varying degrees of success) to look like a rap singer on his way to a concert with Oz (Snoop Dogg Jr) in the back.
To be honest it was starting to get a bit tedious in the Fiat Doblo having people jump into the back seat at traffic lights saying "Just opposite Lidls, Mate, if you wouldn't mind. What time do you finish tonight?". They'd then throw up and we'd have to have the rear seat covers cleaned by a taxidermist.
The real advantage of the Berlingo, apart from it doing more than 50 miles between fill-ups, is that it gives me the opportunity to reacquaint myself with croonsome 80's Foursome Manhattan Transfer and wave a CD of theirs every time I go out for a drive.