The car, not the skirt. I’m not a car guy, but the Mini was always something else. When I was a small child back in the mid-1960s we had a Mini Cooper S, gray (as I recall) and with a white roof – and it was something else: the last great British car, and the final word in chic as we Austin Powered our way through the conurbations of my home county – Clippesby, Oby, Scratby and Thurne. It’s good to see it’s back even if the Mini is now, ahem, German.