My English friend was driving me home once when, out of the gloom, a sign appeared at the roadside ahead.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turned white, he leaned forward slowly and his eyes narrowed in intense concentration.
"That sign," he whispered. "I can't read it. It's in some other language. I think it's telling me to 'Drive carefu-'..."
That's the last thing I remember before we both woke up in hospital beds, two more hapless victims of Welsh road signs. As the evening went on, more people just like us kept being wheeled in, each one a victim of a cruel policy designed to force Welsh down our throats.