Variety is the spice of life...

... my cushioned little diplomatic arse. 

Five black beemers, full of pompous wankers... (There were a lot more, that's as many as I could fit in the one shot). 
Same cars, same CD plates, same suits, same bored-looking chauffeurs, same waste of space...

I mean, in the era of the Trumpet or Boris Johnson, is there really any justification for diplomatic expenses?