Let’s talk about the real victims here: your schedule. That 9 a.m. meeting you hated? Now you’ll miss it, but you’ll also miss the 10 a.m. one you were looking forward to. Everything dominoes. You start calculating how long you can sit in gridlock before your bladder rebels. (Pro tip: don’t drink that second coffee. You’ll thank me later.)
And the silence in the car after you’ve spent twenty minutes inching forward? Gold. You can hear your own thoughts—usually something like, “Why didn’t I take the train? Wait, the trains are on strike. Of course.” The universe has a sense of humour, and right now, it’s laugh-crying at you.
When the Road Fights Back
Here’s the weird thing: despite the frustration, there’s a strange camaraderie. You and the driver next to you become subtle allies. You both sigh dramatically when a lane closes. You both watch that one Audi driver weave between cones and think, “Mate, that’s not a shortcut, that’s a ticket.” We’re all in this jellyfish together—slimy, confused, and moving slowly toward an uncertain horizon.
M25 traffic updates as emergency services attend multi-vehicle crash
By the time I finally passed the overturned lorry (a blue truck, on its side like a sleeping whale), the delay had stretched to two hours. Two hours. That’s almost a movie. I could have learned a new language. Instead, I learned the exact length of a traffic jam on the M25 when a lorry decides to take a nap.
