Many many years ago a friend of my Dad's was going to take his family to France in their Morris Oxford, (the proper rounded one, not the Pininfarina tank). It was a pretty unusual thing to do in those days, particularly by members of t'working class from oop North. Anyway, one Monday he was walking to work with my Dad and the trip came up in conversation. Friend said he'd dropped the idea. Thought he'd get some practice in, driving on the right, so had tried it going to Blackburn the previous Saturday. Trip had convinced him it was b****y unsafe so they were going to Blackpool as usual.
Great story, completely untrue but always made me laugh as a nipper.
Hee hee, turned out nice again.