Someone who should have a blog of their own writes...
Black and good morning.
There was a road traffic accident more or less outside our house last night. The main road into the village was closed from about 4pm until 11.30. While they took photos, measured things, drew lines on the road, drove cars fast up the road and skidded them. At one point there were 6 police cars flashing away.
The car that hit someone had its headlight smashed, the bonnet dented, and the windscreen on the driver's side was shattered to pieces. The pedestrian was thrown right across the road; on the opposite side of the road to the car and slightly ahead of it. On one of the police skid tests that I watched they came flying up the road and locked the brakes up and still managed to stop sooner than the driver of the car had done.
I saw him: he looked about 20, and he had a hood on and chain smoked while the police had him. His girlfreind was all dressed up but her face looked like a bulldog: all swollen up with crying. Like that King Crimson album cover. Guess he'll be having to do more than a police driving course to pay for that one. I assume it was a fatal accident, because he must have been tearing up the road to mash his car up that much on a human being and to propel them right across the road. I reckon, based on watching the police skidding the car, he must have been doing over 60 (30mph limit). He probably thought he was a cool great driver and completely safe, but he hadn't reckoned on the God of Doom pissing in his mouth like a usless towel head Iraqi while he wasn't looking.
When the truck came to take away the car, I noticed it was the same people that took my car away. And that reminded me that I still haven't had my tax disk back from Direct Line in spite of them promising over two weeks ago that I would have a cheque by the end of the week. They lied again. Crooks.
Facts.
1) 65% of drivers under the age of 25 are driving under the influence of drugs according to government statistics.
2) 9 out of 10 accidents involving pedestrians at only 40mph end in the pedestrian being killed.
3) One of the first checks that the police do when you "pop" a pedestrian in a reality roadrage game is to check with your phone company to see if you were on a call at the time of the accident. If the pedestrian dies, and you were on the phone at the time, even if you are "hands free" you will be charged with manslaughter rather than dangerous driving.
4) Most people are theives and liars.
5) Baby Jesus will not protect you when your number is up and it is number 13.
6) It is an offence to use your hazard warning lights when there is no hazard.
Anyway, there was also a collision on the ringroad. It is never safe - there are always druggy twats driving in their hoods and baseball caps. We arrive at our destination mostly down to luck and safety in numbers.
There was a road traffic accident more or less outside our house last night. The main road into the village was closed from about 4pm until 11.30. While they took photos, measured things, drew lines on the road, drove cars fast up the road and skidded them. At one point there were 6 police cars flashing away.
The car that hit someone had its headlight smashed, the bonnet dented, and the windscreen on the driver's side was shattered to pieces. The pedestrian was thrown right across the road; on the opposite side of the road to the car and slightly ahead of it. On one of the police skid tests that I watched they came flying up the road and locked the brakes up and still managed to stop sooner than the driver of the car had done.
I saw him: he looked about 20, and he had a hood on and chain smoked while the police had him. His girlfreind was all dressed up but her face looked like a bulldog: all swollen up with crying. Like that King Crimson album cover. Guess he'll be having to do more than a police driving course to pay for that one. I assume it was a fatal accident, because he must have been tearing up the road to mash his car up that much on a human being and to propel them right across the road. I reckon, based on watching the police skidding the car, he must have been doing over 60 (30mph limit). He probably thought he was a cool great driver and completely safe, but he hadn't reckoned on the God of Doom pissing in his mouth like a usless towel head Iraqi while he wasn't looking.
When the truck came to take away the car, I noticed it was the same people that took my car away. And that reminded me that I still haven't had my tax disk back from Direct Line in spite of them promising over two weeks ago that I would have a cheque by the end of the week. They lied again. Crooks.
Facts.
1) 65% of drivers under the age of 25 are driving under the influence of drugs according to government statistics.
2) 9 out of 10 accidents involving pedestrians at only 40mph end in the pedestrian being killed.
3) One of the first checks that the police do when you "pop" a pedestrian in a reality roadrage game is to check with your phone company to see if you were on a call at the time of the accident. If the pedestrian dies, and you were on the phone at the time, even if you are "hands free" you will be charged with manslaughter rather than dangerous driving.
4) Most people are theives and liars.
5) Baby Jesus will not protect you when your number is up and it is number 13.
6) It is an offence to use your hazard warning lights when there is no hazard.
Anyway, there was also a collision on the ringroad. It is never safe - there are always druggy twats driving in their hoods and baseball caps. We arrive at our destination mostly down to luck and safety in numbers.
posted by Anonymous at
Monday, May 10, 2004
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