So I am driving along this morning, minding my own business, making my way along a dual carriageway and giving it the beans off of roundabouts. Traffic is light and strangely everyone is using the left lane when no one is in it. Nothing stood out at me car-wise as I motored along. Anyway, I approach this turning which is a hill with two lanes that split for a roundabout. As I drove down it, I was overtaken by an Alfa Romeo, which is a surprise that it was even working, going right and I was going left. The odd thing was, as she drove passed, she tooted and indicated she had a small coch. I'm not now sure if she was just envious of a far superior car or whether she might be going through a sex change, and perhaps it was not going so well given what they have kitted her out with. Beware of strange Alfa drivers who look like a cross between Jimmy Nail in Spender and Hufty from The Word.