Its been a long time since I can honestly say that a car has caused me to talk about it and big it up but my Smart Brabus Fortwo is one to shout about.

I love it to bits. Nimble, fast, comfortable, fun, eyecatching and cute are just a number of words I can use to describe it.

Not since the days of my first car, a mini 1000, have I enjoyed bumbling about the roads with a smile on my face yet this one can hold its own against the big boys.

It may not have neck-breaking acceleration but push the sport mode button and things sound and act reasonably quickly.

Oh I hear the scorn and jibes about being too small, dangerous in an accident, bumpy and expensive for its size but they are all a myth in my mind. Before you comment have a go in one and see what you think.

When I see those ugly saloon cars, that quite frankly all look the same and if the badges are removed  one would be hard-pushed to tell them apart, with all the wasted room being driven around I just cringe. They clutter up roads and pavements, rarely fit on drives or in garages and cost a fortune. Yes for some they have their practical needs but on the whole they are a status symbol and a sign that they are in the same club as all the other so called achievers.

This little car is a head-turner because it is different and surprising. It looks quirky and behaves badly. Just like a naughty child.

Okay I’m not saying it has changed my life or its anything that special but being able to say with all honesty that it has made me happy is a brilliant statement to be lucky enough to say.

I wonder how many people can say the same? Most I guess have more pressing factors that will determine their choice. Eight kids mean I have to drive a mini bus, my dogs dictate that I need an estate car with dog guard, I pull a caravan so a four-by-four is the only choice and I work in an office as an uptight manager and for that reason I have to drive a Beemer or Audi. Oh and I have to have Range Rover so I can ferry my little brat to ballet classes and elocution lessons on those so tricky town roads with all the boulders and slippery muddy surfaces; or maybe just  to bump it up the curb and put fear into other road users.

Compromises; they are rubbish but essential for some and I find myself lucky not to be constrained by many when it comes to the tin box on wheels.

Try one and see; you know you want to.