I can still remember the very first car my dad owned from when I was a child. It was a very battered Vauxhall Viva that seemed to be held together by fumes and was an old banger to say the least. But it was loved, very loved, and it had a name, we all called ‘her’ Bessie. Since then my dad has had many cars, all of which have had a name, the latest being Jazz. But funnily enough, in my own life we own both a car and a van and neither of them have been ‘christened’ with a name. Which now seems a little sad, because all the…