My middle name!

I wasn't even driving fast. Maybe 15-20 mph, going round a roundabout when some bight spark comes off the slip-road and nips ahead of me - not sure why, there was no-one else around as it was early hours of the morning.

As it happens, I wasn't going to hit him, there was just enough room and I was driving slowly, but just to be on the safe side, I just touched my brake. Only gently mind.

Black Ice. 360° spin. Steered into it - nothing. Steered out of it - nothing, just a continuous merry-g0-round. The barrier in the inside of the roundabout prevented more than 360°, but sure left it's mark for performing this kindly deed.

It was loud too! Oh dear. Poor B's car! Not a soul around to witness and the boy racer in his souped up VW Polo with low profiles tyres and 'go-faster' stripe down the side had gone long before I even came to a stop. Flagged down a police car as one happened by with 5 minutes. "Lucky me" I was thinking.

Explained it all to the nice young man in Blue. "Nothing we can do. Unlucky". says he.

"Unlucky? It's my middle name!" says I.