Crashing bore

Making my weary way home after a long day at Telegraph Towers, a car almost ploughed into mine.I was on a roundabout turning right when I spotted a car hurtling towards me. The road was wet and he had no intention of stopping. I hit my brakes to avoid a collision and the driver sped off left from the roundabout. I was about 150 yards behind him when he lost control on a bend and smashed into a wall side on. I was first on the scene and stopped to help the driver. He was a very lucky man, he didn’t have a scratch on him although he was in shock. Some people from nearby houses came out and called an ambulance so I left them to it. Thinking about it later my concern for the driver turned to anger – he could have killed someone his driving was so appalling. I thought about calling the police. I didn’t because I was pretty sure that given it was a one-vehicle accident with no injuries, the police would not be interested.

I have no criticism of the police (although don’t get me started on the politicians), but what a sad state of affairs it is when people like me are giving up on the police for incidents like this.