Bill, your shot should be over on the new Car thread considerately titled For Rob's eyes.
No, I didn't forget the Cresta nor even the Velox, but in their day (or pond) I preferred the Zephys and Zodiacs. It's a thing the Australians probably understand: Ford or Holden, shark or barracuda.
Where I think the U.K. car folks went over the dam is explained by a closer look at the port-side front corner (therein the problem!) of your pink car: the illumination details are simply applied, stuck onto a flat sheet of graceless metal: that sharp, flat panel should have had the delightful, proud curve of a proper sex symbol which, undoubtedly, a beautiful car most certainly is. (That's probably why I had my X1/9 during my early forties, why I traded away my 'blads a few years later, but that's another, oft-told story not worth a re-float, so I'll let you off that particular hook.)
Hell, the washing machine tells me the wash is over, time to retrieve it and hang out the line again; just my luck to pick today with new, dusty, Sahara-born storm/mud clouds building up. I hate bringing damp clothes and things back indoors in the evening, especially if they are dirtier than when they went out.
Oh - here's a portrait of our cousin attached below. Ravenous mother, he be.
Rob C