Driving the dictator
Another classic trip from 20 years of TG mag: delivering Admiral General Aladeen to a big telly interview.
Posted: 28 Oct 2013
At Hyde Park Corner, a cop strides out in front of us, halting traffic. The Queen’s cavalry regiment trots across the road, inches in front of us, hundreds of horses and soldiers in military finery. Old-school royal transport meets modern dictator transport.
The Prombron isn’t a bad place to be trapped. Its cabin is upholstered in thick tan leather (ostrich, not whale-schlong, thankfully), its rear seat a giant, cushioned Davenport. Admiral General Aladeen’s official crest adorns the headrests. OK, its dials and satnav come straight from a GMC pickup, but Leo only had a couple of months to make this car. He promises customer versions – Dartz will build seven official Aladeen Prombrons, each costing £750,000 – will be yet more luxurious.
Some hours, much deflecting of Derren’s career-related questions and several width-restrictor-related detours later, we reach Sacha’s hotel. As we draw to a halt by the lobby, a bodyguard ushers us away. “What are you doing here? You will draw attention. Get out! Stay anonymous!” Anonymous? In a gold-plated armoured truck? Tricky. We squeeze into a bunker beneath Hyde Park, and wait. And wait.