I used to work on a petrol forecourt as a holiday job. Had the long hair, beard, acne and leather satchel and often stood in the rain filling up nice cars I knew I'd never own. No canopy either. Hated it when punters would ask for change of a fiver or even worse having to run their credit cards through the roller machine after a tiring dialog along lines of "5 gallons four star, pump 2, magic tree freshener , 3 mars bars and have you a distributor cap for a 74 Austen 1100". all during rush hour. I probably emanated a fairly hostile aura after doing this job all summer. Panic at rush hour followed by hours of extreme boredome. And the endless in shop tape loop of Boney M, Brotherhood Of Man, etc by unoriginal artists. Torture akin to special rendition. So, for me petrol forecourts are tinged with negative vibes even before being subjected to unarmed robbery. Then 45 years later...presto...the Mg5 appears. Cheap, attractive, great drive, estate(!), fast, comfy, tiny running costs. And it's backed with the 7 year warranty. And no more, or at least hardly any forecourts.