There are often dark days on the job, ultra long hours plodding away at articles that somehow refuse to get written.
The there are days of fun, when the entire office goes nuts, and everyone's laughing.
Then there are the days like today, when just one thing makes up for a shitty day, a two hour management meeting (which are never, ever fun)and basically no let up on the pace of work.
What happened was that I picked up a little red car to test drive, over the next few days...
A little number which looked exactly like this:

A SGD$300,000 Imola Red BMW Z4M
Shit-eating grin at first sight, which only got bigger when the BMW lady handed me the key.. and turned into a full-bore, totally insane, death-grin rictus when I turned on the engine and taped the accelerator for the first time.
It was like Barry White reverberating throughout the cars exhaust system - a sensual deep 'Mmmmmm'that hinted of the absolute power under my right foot.
*snick* into first gear, and pull out of the BMW car-park gingerly.
*snick* slowly up the gears, as I headed for the highway.
*snick* down to 3rd, and floor the pedal...
An M-tuned 3-litre in-line 6, with 350 horsepower unleashed, to a redline of 8000 rpm.
Oh my gawd.
This car is the maddest thing I have ever driven. It's got power everywhere. It's got handling, and it's got the grip of King Kong in its fat Pirelli P-Zeros and Dynamic Stabalisation Control. I was in automative heaven, heading towards nirvana with the soft-top down, the radio muted and the sound of 6 cylinders on full song carousing through the exhaust system below me to expel out the 4 pipes at the back.
And then I realised something.. this car is way better than I am as a driver. It's so grippy and so powerful, so fantastacially mad in the sheer drive that it gives you, that it tempts me like a siren call to push me to the edge of my driving ability....
... and beyond.
It's a car I could easily kill myself in.
Thank goodness I can't afford to own one!