I’m not one of those people who like to pee on the hard shoulder while all the other motorists judge you and/or beep their horns. Photograph: Getty I was driving back to Dublin and realised I needed to pee. It’s not that I don’t anticipate such eventualities. Before I get in the car, I do that parental thing of asking myself have I been to the toilet. But it’s like my bladder has a sense of mischief: it likes to perform the same stupid Dad joke on me every time I’m a few kilometres up the road. Ha. Made you...