And look what happened... the pillock looked up, flew off the track and hit an upright at 92 MPH
Quick way to go tho...
Best way to go too ey?
Which would you rather, dying in a NHS hossy in probable agony for weeks on end with tubes sticking out of every orifice, or dying instantly doing something you enjoy?
Don't mean to sound too flippant about this, more matter of fact tbqh, but we've probably all had to go through seeing someone near and dear suffering, and I tell you, it scares the living shit out of me, BIG time.
Massive 'eart attack and coughing me clogs there and then climbing 'me 'ill' will do for me when the time finally arrives.