On the way to work this morning, I witnessed a car accident for the first time. I've been in one myself, but of course that's entirely different. Two cars decided to overtake/pass a lorry/truck at the same time, causing the car in front to swerve back into her lane. Somehow she ended up being hit by the guy behind her and crash into the back of the lorry, and spun several times before getting wedged in a ditch at the side of the road. We were around four cars behind her, and everyone stopped and pulled over to call for help and make sure whoever was in the car was okay. She seemed to be okay; she had a cut on her head but she was conscious and alert. Paul had to stick around to give a statement to the police and I sat in the car and watched the firemen try to pry open her door (they went through the passenger side, in the end).
It was a strange event. Seeing something happen through a windscreen makes it feel like you're watching it on television, it's very surreal. I've seen the aftermath of a few crashes, but not as it happened. It's a horrible feeling not knowing if someone's been seriously hurt or killed and knowing that you saw the whole thing happen. Horrible.
Sorry, I don't mean to be such a downer on a Friday afternoon. To lighten the mood, I present to you a Concentration Game for Men, courtesy of Gary. Warning, contains boobies.