Sun 4 Feb 2018
We were in the second year of art school, so, right in the thick of congratulating ourselves. A year away after leaving home, shaken by the realisation we were expected to wring something creative from a life as yet undented by experience, but still a year to go before graduating and being forced to gaze into this swampish adult abyss of meal deals and grunt. Anyway, we were in the second year of art school when a production company arrived with two battered Robin Reliants. What they wanted to do, they said, was pit the design students and fine art students against each other, in a competition to renovate the cars, for telly. Fun!
Hang on, I’ve just found the website. Nothing is ever lost, we all float down here. It was a show called Car Sharks. “One week to turn their bangers into beauties, their lemons into peaches and then flog the motors for as much dosh as they can make… We’ve got teams of vicars, nightclub promoters, drag queens and rugby players. This is a makeover show like no other.” Spoiler: it was a makeover show like many, many others. So the designers gave their Robin Reliant a polish, added some more mirrors, quite nice.