Pick up two men the worst for wear, drop them off at King’s Cross. I give a receipt to be told that it’s blank. The idiot was looking on the back, I had to turn it over to reassure him there was actually writing on the reverse.

I didn’t look twice at a mini-roundabout and a bloody van came swinging around from my right. Oh well will have to put my hands up to this one, my first prang in 13 years which was my fault. Don’t these delivery drivers ever slowdown?