The metric journey; An anecdote by a confused local lad:
The other week I drove 5 miles to the shop, I bought 7 litres of petrol and 2 kilogrammes of cheese, on the drive back I saw a glamorous filly, not 100 yards from the post office, naturally I politely waved as I chuffed by but in doing so I missed the 100 metre marker for the next junction.
Had to go around to the tune of another 2 miles round the country roads.
But at least I can still get a pint of bitter for £2.30 at the local and it's only 500 metres from the Dillon's farm where I get my eggs for 90p a dozen.
It's wonderful, you must try it.