The S has recently made another trip to Porsche Centre Reading, this time to have both rear wheels refurbished after the kerbings I mentioned a while back. Refurbishment cost ΂£50 per wheel and has restored them to 'as new' condition again.

I always seem lucky with the dealers I choose - this time Porsche Reading were so appalled when they realised they'd sent me away in an Audi courtesy car that a driver came out half-way through the day and swapped it for a Cayenne, so full marks again guys.

For what is a genuine junior supercar - lest we forget 0-60 in 4.8, 182mph and evo's star choice in The Knowledge Coupe/GT section - this is a truly everyday-useable car. A full week's trolley-load of Waitrose bags disappears into the front boot. Two wailing cats, complete with baskets, travel to the cattery on the back seats, a bonus being that if said wailing gets too loud you can drop a gear and play the little, er, darlings at their own game. Presumably this would work with young offspring too - a friend of mine swears he's watched his young lad's neck muscles develop by the week as a result of time spent in the back of his enthusiastically driven 997.

Just recently I'm afraid my mind has been wandering from the Porsche a bit. I ordered what will be its replacement a couple of years ago now and as soon as I've typed the last full stop of this report I'm off on a factory visit for an unveiling and tour, after which I'm speccing my car. It's due around the end of the year, and in true evo fashion Harry has asked me to keep mum until then, though eagle-eyed readers might be able to find a subtle clue somewhere on this page.