You’re a Formula One World Champion. Arguably the most handsome member of that select group that these islands have ever produced.
You’re articulate, charming, intelligent and loaded.
So just one question, then.
To put this in perspective, even I have used Head & Shoulders. It’s that common-as-muck. Where’s the magic, the glamour, or indeed, a decent agent when you need one?
I’m reminded of the statistical principle of ‘reverting to the mean’, whereby something that swings outside expected boundaries usually settles back at the mean over time.
With the British, it seems, no matter what chance we give ourselves to be something better, we somehow keep coming back to being just that little bit naff.