It’s a Volkswagen Golf. No, no, don't yawn just yet, you philistine. This is the GTI. The legendary, the iconic, the very essence of a proper hot hatch. The German equivalent of a bespoke Savile Row suit that secretly hides a flame-thrower in the cuff. It’s been teased, it’s been whispered about, and now, much like the monsoon (albeit slightly less damp), it has officially arrived on our shores. This isn't just a car; it's a statement. And that statement, for those who truly understand, is a rather loud, slightly unhinged cackle.
