So the guy with the dodgy eyes experimentally drove 60 miles with a sprog in the back and a missus who could have done the driving...

Mind you, Mrs Steve won't drive me anywhere. She reckons I'm a terrible passenger. Nothing to do, of course, with my noticing the sheer vandalism she inflicts on the transmission...

There's a very amusing post on twitter which I don't know how to link to. It's a photo of a castle with the caption and Specsavers artwork superimposed "Should have gone to Barnard Castle" :-)