Most car books are a festival of shiny wedges design to make you wish you were richer. But not this one. This is a celebration of the shoddy, the inept and the downright ugly. In fact, it"s not a celebration at all. Instead, it invites the car industry"s losers over for a cup of tea, waits until they"re admiring the view through the patio doors and then kicks them stoutly in the back. There are cars that make you laugh, cars that make you cry, cars that induce a powerful sensation of violent nausea. This is proof that, even after 100-odd years of practice, the world"s car makers are still capable of making a right old cock of things.