... then getting to the front of the jam and seeing the mangled wreckage of two family cars, and some people on the hard-shoulder crying, and a child's shoe on the road, and some blood with sand on it, then feeling a bit guilty and having to do the whole 'well that really puts everything into perspective/at least I'm still alive' thing, followed by a long, contemplative pause.
(Even though all you're actually thinking about is how you're probably going to miss "Ross Kemp On Gangs".)
(It was the one on the Yardies.)
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