With the M25 blocked by an accident I slipped off down the A3 to cut across country to Brighton.
Tootling along at about 45-50 I saw the car ahead of me braking, so I gave the brakes a touch. Nothing happened

Hit the brakes harder and all the wheels lockedskid, spun through 360 and then headed off the road down a wooded embankment and ended wedged against a tree about 30 feet from the main road.
All the windows exploded, front of the car smashed in, both front wings detached and bye bye wing mirrors.
I got out of the car and clambered up the bank to where a lorry and several cars had stopped.
The ambulances got there first, then the Fire Brigade and then the plod.
They were pretty surprised (as was I) to discover that I had one teeny scratch with did not merit even a plaster. Ambulance crew were very nice, though they remarked that my heart rate was a bit high

Everyone left, ambulance gave me a lift to Petersfield station with my luggage and, I gather, the RAC have now recovered the car to a depot in Fontwell.
Glad to be unscathed but otherwise fucking furious
