TopGear's ultimate Jaguar F-Type road test

A head jerks out from behind a van way across the other side of the Esplanade. A small woman with a large clipboard bustles across, flustered. "We're about to go live. Do you think you could keep it down, please?" At 6.58am, we've just successfully panicked ITV's outside broadcast unit and given a weathergirl the jitters. Two minutes later, and we'd have announced the F-Type's arrival live to the whole of the nation and created ripe fodder for out-take shows for the next generation or so. Shame, really.

A few minutes later, our convoy of 12 fat tyres and eight proud exhausts rumbles over the cobbles down Mound Place. Destination: further North.