I put about £60 worth of petrol in the other night, the fuel light had been on for a couple of miles... on my way to pick up my Omega, I had a nice game of fuel light lotto, couple with bladder bingo... just as I passed the entry slip to the services, the fuel light came on.
Next sign - "services 42m". "Oh heck" says I. Turned all the electrics off, treat it with kid gloves, and tucked in behind a few heavies at 56mph to get as far as I could... found a slip off to some local services - got to the top of the slip and there were no signposts telling me which of the four exits to take. Lucky guess, and I swear as I went round a couple of roundabouts to get in, the car spluttered.
Splashed a tenner into the tank, hoofed around the corner, ran into Tescos, into the gents'... and had a dirty old bloke trying to sneak a peek. Ho hum.