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Unlike many of my fellow autocynics, I don't think that Mini needs to play the nostalgia card to sell its new Coopers. Though I'm an aging Boomer, I have no memory of the circa '50s and '60s Leyland product. My first memory of the original runabout is the famous Mr. Bean skit, surely the best TV pantomime ever, in which he tries to sneak his Mini out of a carpark without paying. I was far too old for my memories of the Mini to count as the foggy recollections yuppies like to wax nostalgic about.
The new Mini is so cute that it would find universal acclaim were it the first in its lineage. Every time I lay eyes on one of the little Coopers, I want to give it a hug and protect it from those nasty, road-hogging SUVs that are sure to threaten its existence.
So, it isn't so much a decision of whether to buy the Mini, but which...