Now for something completely different.

This incident in my opinion had all the hallmarks of being a horrendous motorway accident, but Lady luck must have been having a good day.
What we all know is that, either the truck collided with the car, or the car hit the truck.
Now normally in an incident like this, brakes are slammed on and the truck usually jack-knifes and causes chaos, with vehicles are scattered all over the motorway.
But no the truck just carried on pushing the car in front of it, again lady luck smiles and the car remains stuck to the front of the bumper, when in theory it should have rolled over, and the truck, possible hitting it again or going over the top of it and losing control, causing more mayhem. But no everything turned out ok, at some point both vehicles came to a controlled stop and no one was hurt.

The main question is why did the truck driver not twig the collision earlier?

The answer is simply the truck driver was experiencing, DWA. And the collision was so soft it did not wake him up.

DWA. (Driving without Awareness.) To explain what this is, in simple terms is that you are sleep driving, your eyes are open you are seeing everything that is going on, you change gear, indicate, do everything right, you can even follow what people are talking about on the radio or be singing your favourite song, you are in a kind of trance, sometimes you might not even know you have experienced it and just come back to reality without realising you have been asleep, other times you might think, what am I doing here, I should have come of at the last junction, or that’s funny I can’t remember passing though Grantham. The worst scenario is when the traffic has stopped in front of you, and your brain suddenly wakes up that’s when the brakes are locked.
Some experts believe that it happens because drivers are fatigued, not sure that I agree with that as I have experienced DWA with less than a half hours driving.
The best cure for this, once you recognise the symptoms is to pull over into a layby an have a quick nap, (and a coffee if you can) usually five mins is enough and you are wide awake again. Of course that is not possible on motorways so you have to think of something else to stop you dozing off, usually opening both windows helps (if you have electric windows). Another method I have used is to slap my own face, or pour cold water over my head. Just so that I could get off the motorway safely and rest.

Thankfully I gave up tramping up and down the country doing hire and reward transport in 1999, after driving artics for 28 yrs.

joeyR Did the season of the year not change for you.
the first pic shows the field in the autumn and when you move it changes to summer. with a crop of corn on the field.

I have noticed other areas, where as you move along the road vehicles suddenly disappear as you get closer.

stirling LT518

Now this is interesting, I was taking a look at the site where Stirling LT518 crashed 25/26th Sept 1944.
http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&q=Little+London,+Corpusty,+Norwich,+Norfolk+NR11+6QA,+United+Kingdom&sll=52.531856,0.589159&sspn=0.025114,0.054331&ie=UTF8&cd=1&geocode=FccfJgMdRi8RAA&split=0&hq=&hnear=Little+London,+Corpusty,+Norwich,+Norfolk+NR11+6QA,+United+Kingdom&ll=52.840028,1.11846&spn=0,359.972835&t=h&z=15&layer=c&cbll=52.839925,1.118429&panoid=4uD5LFhIVZ4XnPVRn4AcNg&cbp=12,9.98,,0,5

try a little walk away from that position and see what happens.

Allegedly true.

This is a genuine complaint to Strandtown Police Force from an angry member of the public
A true email sent to the force, lengthy but brilliantly written…..

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Dear Sir/Madam/Automated telephone answering service,
Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Strandtown police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead.

Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Strandtown, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.

As I’m writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in Parkgate Crescent, which is just off Mersey Street Belfast.

Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! Which rings throughout the entire building.
This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.

The remaining five failed-abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on ecstasy pills.

I fear that it’s only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the caravan gas bottle that is lying on its side between the two bins.
If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. In fact, I would even go so far as to lend them the matches.

Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I’ve just finished decorating the kitchen.

What I suggest is this – after replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a Police car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again.. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.

I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you’ll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.

I remain your obedient servant

Mr ??????,
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I have read your e-mail and understand your frustration at the problems caused by youths playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police.

As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you.

Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.

Regards
PC ???????
Community Beat Officer

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Dear PC ???????
First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail.

16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Srandtown Police Station, and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next Guinness book.

Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own Community Beat Officer.

May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills? In the five or so years I have lived in Parkgate Crescent , I have never seen you. Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin? It’s surely only a matter of time before you are head-hunted by MI5 to look for Osama.

Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Belfast, such as smoking in a public place or being Christian without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these twats that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere.

The pitch on Holywood Road , or the one at Victoria Park are both within spitting distance as is the bottom of the Pollock Dock, the latter being the preferred option especially if the tide is in.

Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on . If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I’ll buy you a large one in the Great Eastern Pub.

Regards
?????????

P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don’t work for the sewerage department with whom I am also in contact !!!

This is what Wiki says.
Ronald William George Barker, OBE (25 September 1929 – 3 October 2005) was an English actor and comedian, best known for his roles as Norman Stanley Fletcher

Norwich man in court for beating up attacker.

This was reported in Norwich Evening News.

Certainly makes one wonder whose better off the criminal or the victim.

A judge has warned a man who beat up an attacker of the dangers of taking the law into his own hands.

Judge Peter Jacobs ordered Mark Cooke, 29, to complete 100 hours of unpaid work for assaulting Simon Kemp, saying: “This is not a vigilante society and courts cannot condone gratuitous violence.”

Cooke, of Samson Road, Norwich, lashed out when his wallet was stolen after a night out on September 19.

He had drunk eight or nine pints of beer before walking home, but was confronted by Kemp and another man as he went through the shopping area in Reepham Road, Norwich.

Summing up at Norwich Crown Court yesterday, Judge Jacobs said: “It looks as though there was a concerted effort made to steal your wallet.

“You pursued them and caught one of the two men and attacked him.”

A witness statement read out in court said Cooke punched Mr Kemp repeatedly and knocked his head against a wall, and may have picked him up and knocked him down again.

Mr Kemp, who was treated by paramedics, suffered a severely bruised face, eyes and head, as well as cuts and bruises on his legs.

Cooke’s wallet was later recovered, but at least £50 had been taken from it, the court heard.

Cooke, of Samson Road, Norwich, pleaded guilty to causing actual bodily harm. He was ordered to complete 100 hours of unpaid work and pay £300 in court costs.

He was not ordered to pay compensation to Mr Kemp because of the circumstances surrounding the incident.

Lets look at another option, the P38 had engine failure was coming in for emergency landing, unfortunatly he chose the runway where the Halifax was taking off from.

Maybe the answer lies in his underpants.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1239162/Umar-Farouk-Abdulmutallabs-charred-underwear-hid-explosives-Christmas-day-airline-bomb-plot.html?ITO=1708&referrer=yahoo