@Vipros
Exactly!

I endured months of, by turn, nice, pleading, and eventually threatening 'phone calls - as she inferred my acceptance of responsibility by saying the word 'sorry' while lying on my back in the road after she'd barrelled in to me at 20 miles an hour.

It's true what they say though. Time really does go all slow and weird when bad things happen. I remember having the time to think "Oh dear. If I just turn like this and get a hand on the bonnet like this, then this won't hurt too much". I managed that, and also remember seeing her face as I hit the bonnet and rolled up on the windscreen. I remember the feeling as gravity took over while she was braking, and the point where time went normal again was when my shoulder hit the tarmac and tor my suit jacket open.

Good times!

Oh no, wait, it was shit!
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 10:48, Reply)