Right, this is the Jaguar XE – the car that proves you don’t have to be German to build a proper sports saloon. While BMW, Audi and Mercedes are busy showing off, Jaguar quietly rolled up and said, “We’ll have some of that, thanks.” And what they produced is this: a 2.0d Prestige, Euro 6 compliant, which means yes – you can glide into London or any other ULEZ zone without some bloke in a hi-vis vest shaking his head at you. Now, fuel economy. Officially, this will do well north of 65 miles to the gallon if you’re gentle, which is frankly ridiculous for a car that looks this good and drives like it’s been personally tuned by a man in racing gloves. Insurance? Sensible. MPG? Sensible. Image? Not sensible at all – it’s brilliant. The service history reads like a symphony of responsibility: stamps at 20,480, 41,748, 58,200, 80,042, and 115,183 miles. And because we’re not idiots, it’ll get a fresh service from us before it leaves. So mechanically, it’s sorted. Slide inside and you’re reminded that this is a Jaguar. Leather everywhere, a dashboard that doesn’t just whisper “quality,” it actually sings it, and of course that rotary gear selector that glides out of the centre console like it’s auditioning for a role in Star Wars. This isn’t just a car. It’s a statement. A proper British saloon that tells the world you’ve arrived – but you did it with style, at 65 mpg, and without paying £12.50 every time you cross the North Circular. So, do you want to blend in with the Germans, or stand out with the Jag?