August, 2005. So there I am, happy to be back in County Durham for a few weeks. First morning there, off I goes to rent a car from the used car/rental place I usually use when in that neck of the woods. "It's a Rover!" enthuses a dodgy-lookin' bloke behind the counter. "Great!" sez I, privately thinking otherwise. Money & keys are exchanged and off I go, barreling through my small hometown with remarkable lack of consideration & driving skill. "Bugger!" sez I, "This thing has no petrol in it!" Fortunately, I'm right round the corner from a 'Filling Station', so off I go again - made it! Good stuff! Me to lassie in station - "30 dollars er, pounds on #4, please". Bored lassie - "No pet, you pump the petrol THEN pay for it" - you dumb Yank git. Off I go again, pumps me petrol & pays for it & then runs out coz there's a long line of cars waiting & my car is the one that's causing the problem. I hurriedly jump in the car, fastens me seatbelt and ....hmmm - THE STEERING WHEEL IS ON THE OTHER SIDE!! :shock: :shock: Brainstorm! Sits in car looking at both my watch & the station shop (as if I'm waiting for someone), until all the cars waiting behind bugger off. Jumps out, runs around car, jumps in (on the RIGHT side!) & off I go again!!