So there was the Gorse Fox sitting at the head of a traffic queue in Bramdean. The queue was caused by roadworks and traffic was being controlled by 4-way traffic lights (as the road works were on a blind cross-roads). The sequence seemed slow, but GF is patient. He looked in his mirror and saw the queue stretch back several hundred yards behind him. He went back to scratching his head, or picking his nose (as is mandated in traffic queues) when a flassh caught his eye... there coming up the wrong side of the road was a black Suburu Impreza (estate). he shot past the queue, through the red light, passed all the the roadworks and screamed off up the hill.

The cretin.

When he gets his come uppence (which he surely will, driving like that) one only hopes that the only other victim is a motorway bridge or something equally solid and inanimate.

[File under: Motoring]