10th January. And Then It All Goes Horribly Wrong - Again.

Like an Israeli missile on course for a cellar full of Gaza residents or a suicide bomber who just pulled the pin, what was going to happen was going to happen, it was written.

Frame by frame the final moments before impact past with enough time to think 'This is going to hurt.'

Crash, Bang, Fuckit, what a fracture!

Immediately after the event instead of an assortment of virgins there was an older male saying something about how he HAD been looking for lights. This was presumably after performing a U-turn in his Ford Granada, not before.

Yeah well he hadn't seen me on the Raleigh Team Banana, the head torch lay on the wet tarmac of Auchterarder High Street still shining like the bright light of an endoscope...???