I’d already passed the driver’s test by the time of this story so it probably doesn’t count, but bears some repeating. This is how I learned that one should never trust lorries.

Wouldn’t stop in Britain:

Mm. Driving my Civic down rural lanes is utterly arse numbing; I swear I can feel every piece of grit the wheels go over.

Other than must start and go without emptying my savings account at every MOT?

If the reversing sensors say no, that means no. Also, Renaults really do not like being left for more than a week.

Yep. I’m a country kid (insofar as Britain has all that much countryside); can’t parallel park to save my life. 

Glad to see ‘90's fashion was a hot mess on your side of the Atlantic as well.

Suggestion: go to your nearest army surplus and get the biggest rucksack that fits; use this to sherpa your groceries upstairs. Much easier on average than the juggling of shopping bags. Also works better than the bag dash if, like me, you have some sort of joint fuckery (N.B. not good for people with spinal issues!).

The Welsh one has a dragon; doesn’t mean they despoil villages and eat maiden sacrifices as a hobby.

Dubiously co-ed. A lot of the older girls’ schools (Wycombe Abbey, Queen Anne’s, Benendon, Cheltenham Ladies’, Headington) are popular with parents precisely because there are no boys and therefore no distractions...in theory. There is no drama like schoolgirl lesbian drama.

The education, at least in Britain, tends vastly better at private schools. Never mind that being away from your family is sometimes a good thing.

Welp, that’s largely a bunch of underwhelming, tiddy-filled, pap (albeit with some male options). I mean, I might watch Hanebad!, even though it looks like none of the characters have discovered the sports bra, but that’s it.

I think it might have more to do with the extent to which the Tories are currently relying on the (rather God bothering) DUP to prop up their government. Not that anyone could accuse the Conservative Party of social liberalism, but they like to win more than almost anything else and fiascos like this are not going to…

That’s more than a little chilling.

If I’m the only person in the house, then yes, otherwise Milly sleeps under the desk in the dining room.

Without keys or a phone? Maybe he locked himself out by accident and died of exposure? It’s not hard to do, and you don’t often realise until you hear the latch clicking behind you.

Nope; still the case. Shaved heads on civilians (the Armed Forces are a different matter) tend to be associated with football hooligans and the far right, which are often the same thing.

On the other hand, my much missed ‘05 MINIone (50,000 mi at purchase) cost me almost £2000 over three years in replacement/repair for the gearbox (leaky), battery (flat), exhaust pipe (nearly fell off), tyres (balding), CD changer (dodgy motor) and radiator (holed by a random chunk of gravel). Went like stink when it…

Welp, you’ve ruined a perfectly good salmon en croute there. Why do rich yanks feel this weird need to play with their food?

Fortunately the British government (read: Civil Service) is used to dealing with loudmouthed morons. We elect a new tranche every fourth or fifth year.