An element of that is on ourselves being laissez-faire about explaining the regulations to the Great British Public. Which considering we speak the most common language in the history of mankind seems a bit odd.
Hence the fairy stories about bananas were allowed to fester.
Out of all the developments in the past four months, the only concrete one I can see is the sinking of the "let's do everything in roods" campaign.
Speaking of which - slight digression - enjoyed Taskmaster on Thursday. When the word "furlong" was mentioned, I found myself saying "eighth of a mile" before I realised it. God alone knows how that got lodged into my tiny brain, let alone how it was triggered so immediately.
Of course it then helps to know a mile is 1760 yards which gives you 220 yards.
Returning to the point, it was painfully embarrassing how many people who wanted to go back to imperial knew fuck all about it. People older than me guessing what a hundredweight is. It was almost as if they had no idea what they were really asking for.
Fancy that now ?!