I did see a piece of graffiti in the gents toilets today at University College London. It said "Jez Bentham Woz 'Ere". Which is, in fact, true.
I am now trying to envision a conversation between Karl Marx and Sarah Palin.
Also, the driving on the left thing - sorry about that. You should see the number of road accidents that happen on the exits from the car ferries and the Channel Tunnel. I think the Police had to make the signs more prominent and in more languages explaining that we do indeed drive on the left.
I do have a story of Churchill in the gents' at the Commons, but it probably wouldn't pass the family-friendliness policy. I shall email it.
As far as my driving experience, I'm glad I am not one whose masculinity, nay, identity, depends on cars. Unfortunately, I was doing seminars such that there was no way to get a train from one place to the other, and, complaining loudly, I rented a car in Bletchley, and got the 30-second lecture on driving-for-RH-drivers.
They had not mentioned roundabouts. I had no idea which lane I needed to go straight across, and was weaving in traffic. Suddenly, I became aware of flashing blue lights behind me. Muttering that I hoped all I had heard about the courtesy of British police was true, I pulled onto the median.
It was far, far worse than police.
I had been pulled over by an ambulance.
The crew came over, and, quite politely, said "sir, your driving was so erratic that we thought you might have need of our services."
Explaining my utter incomprehension of roundabout rules, they said "Well, we aren't going anywhere specific, and we'd rather not have to give you a ride." Very nicely, they came back with a large sheet of paper, and drew diagrams of Roundabout 101, giving me a quick quiz. When they were satisfied, they parted the waves in front of me, got me into the next roundabout waving directions, and sent me on my way.