I've unintentionally pondered a great deal on my blog; non-specifically wondering what the hell everything is all about - the Whys, the Hows, plenty of If Onlys. I've bitched and complained, or I've been fairly happy, but I'll generally be pining 'Where's My Slice'?
Then along comes something to knock the wind out of my sails and give me a bit of perspective.
On Thursday night, while I was enjoying my second night's drinking and getting nowhere sexually in Spain, back in London, a retired couple and their friends were leaving a restaurant about to head home. As they were crossing the road, some kid in a van, the selfish type I've had occasion to whinge about in previous posts, was having a chat on his mobile phone whilst driving, and driving fast. The road was empty as three of these four pedestrians began to cross. Then the van appeared, as the cliché goes, from nowhere, colliding into them at speed.
The man, a cheerful kind-hearted giant, was my cousin. He was airlifted to hospital only to die from his injuries some 24 hours later. His wife is still in hospital with broken bones all over her body. It will apparently take her months to walk again, and she will come through this widowed.
The driver, this kid, allegedly said to the police when they got to the scene, 'I've got a wedding to go to tomorrow. Will I be around to make it?'
Such a shame when your plans go awry. Perhaps you shouldn't drive like you don't give a fuck whilst having a chat on your phone.
Anyway, because my Dad has also been on holiday, nobody told him, and by extension me, until yesterday. So we've both missed the funeral.
So, apologies for this brutal reality check. Personally speaking, I'm fine, just angry. My cousin has died ahead of time and there are two further women in hospital, because some 24-year-old bastard just had to drive down a road at speed because he could. And I suppose he didn't care about being on the phone because 'Fuck it, so what?'
I guess because he'd never killed anyone before, he simply assumed that death caused by dangerous driving was something other people did.
I'd thought long and hard about whether I should blog about this. After all, this is my refuge where I can purge myself of stupidity, a place where I might - hopefully - make other people laugh.
But in the end I thought perhaps I could remind people to drive at a sensible speed in future, and certainly to please not use their phone whilst driving.
And of course, there's the other angle; Go out and live a little. Who knows what's around the corner?