Our favourite cars of the year 2023: Aston Martin DB12

I have never turned up to a launch in a worse state to drive a car.

Okay, maybe just once, when I drove the Ford Mondeo so hungover I had to stop to throw up at the side of the road. But that was 30 years ago and I was young and quite colossally stupid.

This time, the fault was not mine but British Airways, who got me up at 3.30am on consecutive days to catch one flight it cancelled and another it merely delayed by many hours.

Which is why I turned up a day and a half late to the two-day Aston Martin DB12 launch in the south of France. I was exhausted, had a blinding headache and was quite heroically hacked off.

By which point all the kind folk of Aston Martin could do was fill me up with Diet Coke and paracetamol and point me at the hotel, a mere five hours’ fast drive away. “See you there…”