I've been away working in Amsterdam this week, hearing more horror stories from the credit card industry about the level of theft and what they are trying to do to combat the problem.
Last night, I took the 21:42 Easyjet flight into Gatwick, hoping to be home by midnight but the violently wet and windy M25 had other ideas, with me rolling up on my motorcycle just behind three fire engines as they arrived at the scene of a bad accident involving a Porsche 911 and a Renault Meganne.
The Porsche driver, as you might expect in his reinforced crash cage was shaken but otherwise fine. The Renault Meganne was an entirely different matter and with the motoway traffic halted, it took an hour for the fireman to cut the badly injured woman driver from the twisted wreckage against the crash barrier and into the care of the paramedics and the waiting ambulance. It certainly wouldn't be my choice of car in future!
Another hour passed while we waited for the trucks to remove the wrecks and the road cleaners to appear. what struck me was that the police didn't appear in any great hurry to get the traffic moving again and I had absolutely no sense of any one person being in overall command of the scene. That is, I suppose what makes us very different from other countries, where having the traffic moving again is an urgent priority. Wasn't the M25 closed for an entire day last summer?
It was 02:30 before I arrived back in Thanet, too wet and tired to care anymore!