I’m not a huge fan of the term “fuck around and find out” (or its past tense equivalent), meaning you wanna play games, you might not end up with the consequences you wanted. I don’t know what the Brit expression of the above might be, but here’s a real-life example:
A marked police car was chasing after a [car driven by] men who were driving at high speeds through London before crashing outside Central Middlesex Hospital this morning.
Now that’s a lucky place to crash if ever there was one. However:
A 17-year-old boy has been killed and a second is fighting for his life after the car struck a kerb and flipped over.
The 17-year-old was pronounced dead shortly after the collision on Park Royal at around 5:25am. Two other men in the car at the time were rushed to hospital for treatment with their injuries first believed to be life threatening. One remains in a critical condition with the other now said to be stable but still receiving medical help.
A fourth passenger was not seriously hurt in the crash.
So the Gods of the Copybook Headings came through, in this case, because TANSTAAFL/Ride (said Gods generally being the nemeses of the ungodly, as the ones dealing out the consequences.)
Of course, this being Britishland, there has to be An Inquiry, but I can’t see what for. Little shits were driving a car (probably stolen, 2:1) and that recklessly through an urban area. Had they collided with a pedestrian or another car, some innocent lives might have been lost. As it was, nobody dead except those that should be.
Just this once, I’d like to be heading up the inquiry. It would take about half an hour, and only that long because I’d order takeout pizza for everyone as we discussed the (very few) details before sending everyone on their way with no consequences for any of the cops, who were only doing their job, after all.
Of course, the parents of the deceased scrote(s, I’m hoping) will be all Weepy And Waily because their little Precious was a good boy who sang in the choir and they can’t imagine how he got involved in such Bad Company, and all the usual twaddle. They should be billed for the replacement value of the wrecked car as a consequence for not supervising their still-minor child. That they won’t be will just encourage similar negligence among other parents, unfortunately.
In case anyone has missed it, I’m not feeling in a very charitable mood today.
