Baldrick will appreciate this...when I first went to get my licence in the UK I was living in London. My driving test was was in and around Marble Arch during the morning rush hour. After successfully getting into the Marble Arch roundabout, going around it 3 times and exiting it without being in an accident or causing an accident the examiner declared I was fit to drive anywhere in the world and gave me a pass as apparently the chances of negotiating the roundabout without a winging oneself is a mark of driving excellence...however, in the excitement of getting my licence, I managed to back into a jam car while trying to park to go celebrate with a well deserved lunch at the local pub...in the space of 10 minutes, there were 5 other jam cars and 2 blue street sedans in attendance and the Met's finest wanted to take my passport away, lock me up and endorse my new licence all over a 5 mm scratch on the jam car. When the Inspector showed up, sanity returned and after discovering my canuckness, and seemingly having a number of relatives in Canada of which I promptly claimed to know all of them intimately (who cared if they lived in Toronto and I came from the Yukon - who was I to tell him that he actually was closer to them geographically than I ever was), he let me go home with passport and no licence endorsement.