Last time I was back in old Blighty I saw a black '84 around the corner from my parents old house in Birmingham. Not really in bad shape, but yuck it was a right hooker. What do expect over there.
I didn't see any more though. I was too busy chasing the birds. Well not really chasing. They kept coming to me asking "Where are you from?" and "Are you single?". I lost my English accent as a teenager growing up in Canada. The girls in England are a lot friendlier than the ones here in Ontario. They also love to shag.