Friday, 24 July 2009
MORBID CURIOSITY
Sometimes I only want to see the best in people, other times I can't, like the Saturday before last.
I was cycling towards Harrow road along the canal and as I got to within twenty metres of Harrow road I saw a car zoom past really past, just as it got out of my sight it careered off the road and crashed into a wall next to the canal bridge (incidentally, it was in front of the estate where Mick Jones and Joe Strummer wrote 'London's burning'), in the ten or so seconds that it took me to reach Harrow road and
(The crash happened on the other side of the canal bridge from this crash in Jan 09)
cycle past the crash every shop, cafe and restaurant within two hundred yards had emptied of all their staff and customers, who had somehow managed to displace enough time so as to be all huddled round the still slowly rolling to a stop, smashed up car.
It was an uncomfortably bizzare sight to see loads of people all standing round the car excitedly chewing over the crash moment by moment, some were even yelling the details into their phones while others were taking pictures with their cameraphones.
No one had tried to look into the dark glass of the windscreen or windows to see if the occupants were still alive or hurt though, and by the time I had cycled past, the cars along Harrow road had become impatient (or indifferent) to what was happening and were busy pushing down on their car horns as if their lives depended on it. The whole scene was quite horrible to be honest. As I passed I did at least hear someone speaking to the emergency services, but I didn't hang around with the ghoulies to see if the occupants would have to be cut out, or if they were bleeding badly, if alive, I just cycled off numbly.
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