to Lucas HQ in London (picking up a 'touring package' of Lucas spares for the Sprite.)
Their HQ == very def'n of Posh; entry area reminded me of the luxo red-womb of the Citroën Pallas, some years later.

Oh and: never had to open that emergency kit, all around Euro and back.
Prince of Darkness, Indeed.. at least Vincent went with Miller lighting electrics (though, alas -- Lucas magneto.)