Vauxhall Carlton

Everything changed for me in the summer of 1992.

I was driving across the airport runway in Sarajevo, which was a free-fire zone, no man's land, in my Vauxhall Carlton, and got quite badly shot up.

And the Vauxhall Carlton actually stopped one of the bullets, to which I, for which I wrote later and thanked Vauxhall for making an armored car without knowing it, but I could easily have been killed.

Uh, and I got in touch with the BBC.

I said, "Look, we've got to have an armored car." And they got me one in two weeks, and that wasn't enough.