Telegraph link (My bold)
Andrew Marr wrote:
Here's a small confession; my life has been greatly improved by breaking the law. For years I have irritated friends and family with a driving style they call manic, but which I have always regarded as merely brisk, or decisive. It was not, I hope, dangerous, but it involved a lot of whooshing, braking, hyperventilating, glaring, pooping, snarling and lurching. Red lights? A demonic plot to slow me down. People pootering along at 30? Dawdling swine, lazing their lives away, didn't they have places to get to?
Psychologically, every journey was a roller coaster of anger, frustration, contempt and excitement. Yes, small people were sick in the back surprisingly often but it made going to Waitrose a little more interesting. Imagine Mr Toad showing Jeremy Clarkson a thing or two, and you have an accurate mental picture of the Marr style. Or had. For, reader, they got me. After a quarter of a century of driving without accidents but with, er, verve, I was finally caught by a speed camera. This time a nice smile and regal wave at the thing did not help. I was 15mph over the limit and lost three points on a previously virginal licence.
And the point is, it has worked. I haven't broken the speed limit since. I go pootering along myself. The music on the stereo is more likely to be burbling classical than pounding rock. Chaps in Reliant Robins, or Austin Allegros, edging nervously in from side-streets can rely on me to slow down and let them in … well, sometimes. It's a change in attitude.
Once I was the guy behind you with a hand on the horn. Now I'm the smug fool in front, blocking your way. And on balance, I have to admit, it's made me a happier soul.
I hope there's a certain amount of tongue in cheek here, otherwise it appears that while his attitude has changed it may not really have been for the better.