I was in a truck stop listening to two long-distance truck drivers complaining of the increase of traffic on the roads. One said he can remember his Father telling him about how he used to leave Dresden on a Monday, drive to the south of Italy, make his delivery and be back home on Tuesday evening. The second said his Father used to leave Hamburg on a Monday, down to the south of Portugal and back by Tuesday lunchtime. At this juncture I had to chip in, "My Grandad told me that he would leave the south of England on a Monday evening, go to Berlin, drop his load and he'd be back in England early on Tuesday!" "Fuck me," exclaimed the other two, "what the fuck was he driving?" "I think it was a called a Lancaster."