Saturday 28 December 2013

And What Was That?

One relative, who would not be named, said: “He made one mistake, one little mistake. Three families are now torn apart because of a mistake. I just can’t believe it."
I mean, we should know, shouldn't we? Was it swinging the wheel to the left, or the right? Was it braking too soon, or not soon enough?

Or was it believing that the streets of suburban London are a suitable place to play 'Gran Tourismo' for real?
Another friend, who did not want to be named, told the Standard he was “full of life”.
“I don’t know what to say about all this. He was a lovely guy,” he said.
'Lovely guys' don't, as a rule, drive like maniacs...

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

DWA.

Driving whilst Asian.

Dioclese said...

How come there is no such thing as a dead bastard?

Suddenly their personalities become wonderful because they died?

In my book, once a bastard always a bastard...

GalaPie said...

Firstly, I am somehow not remotely surprised by those names. And secondly, I'm reminded of a similar story a while back where a bloke who crashed doing something like 160mph on the M1 at 2am or thereabouts was described as a family man, dedicated father blah blah blah. One would imagine a dedicated family man to be at home with the sprog at 2am or out working to pay for its upkeep, not out killing oneself and one's friends and endangering others in high speed motorway races miles away from home.

Anonymous said...

Bunny

I liked the phrase 'he was full of life' but as they say no longer.

The last time I exceeded the speed limit like that was on the last day of the petrol strike in 2000, it was a Friday afternoon and I was on what was normally the busiest stretch of the M62. There was not a car to be seen for miles in either direction. I got the Fireblade up to 150 mph + and the stopped due to it being scary. Note there was not a car for miles and miles, and on a bike even one built for speed you notice it.

The moral of the story don't do excessive speed on roads under normal conditions. Book a track day of your going to do that.

Mr. Morden said...

Saw this:

" . . . fireball car crash . . . "

And this:

" . . . Warburtons’ bread lorry . . . "

And thought that adds a whole new meaning to the word, 'Toasted'.

Joe Public said...

From the original press article:- "One witness to the crash suggested the Impreza car was fitted with a nitrous oxide kit to make it go faster,..........."

Presuming the car was insured, I wonder if the insurer had been advised of N2O kit??

"One relative, who would not be named, said: “He made one mistake, one little mistake. Three families are now torn apart because of a mistake. "

Selfish bugger. Have a thought too, for the innocent Warburton's lorry driver who'll be mentally scarred for life by the late, prattish, Subby driver.

Dr Cromarty said...

Another friend, who did not want to be named, told the Standard he was “full of life”.

Not anymore, he's not.

Ian B said...

"Another Twitter user, Usman Darr, wrote: “Rip Jawad and Haider. The kindest souls. Life’s too short.”"

It is when you act like this, yes.

JuliaM said...

"Driving whilst Asian."

SNORK!

"Suddenly their personalities become wonderful because they died?"

It's that 'speak no ill of the dead' more we have here. You remember, when Margaret Thatcher died?

Oh. Right.

"One would imagine a dedicated family man to be at home with the sprog at 2am or out working to pay for its upkeep.."

Quite!

"I liked the phrase 'he was full of life' but as they say no longer. "

Heh!

JuliaM said...

"Presuming the car was insured, I wonder if the insurer had been advised of N2O kit??"

I'd be amazed at either!

Anonymous said...

How do you know when Blacks are moving into a neighbourhood?

All the Asians get car insurance.