I was too busy laughing at the hat and waistcoat at first, that I didn't even realise he had a monocle! Thanks to Anthony.
Sadly Grippy had disappeared from the garage gate by 4 o'clock this morning. I hope he has found other adventures elsewhere - I can imagine him reclining in a high-backed leather chair, telling stories of his Corolling about, brandy balloon in hand. Chin chin!