Ok. So I don’t know if this is a peculiarly British thing, but regardless, I like it. It’s a bit about rebellion. And a bit about hating to pay to park. I don’t know why I hate to pay so much. I think it’s to do with going shopping, putting money into the economy and then being stung for parking on top. Our local parking seems to be more expensive than many other parts of the country I have visited, and is doubly annoying because we don’t live in an affluent area. But other people must feel like me, as many times when I go to the machine to get my ticket, people have stuck their unexpired tickets back on the machine for people to use. It always makes me smile, and if I have an hour left, I do the same. It will be a sad day when all machines put your car reg no, and I can’t do this any more!