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A few months ago, on a sunny afternoon in the middle of the week, I sat parked up at the supermarket finishing a call with my friend and associate. By some coincidence it was the same friend who introduced me to PC Pro some years ago. The conversation was rudely interrupted by an unmerciful smash and me and my car heading sideways. Not forward. Not backward. Not by much. But sideways.
I looked over my right shoulder to see a driver reversing out of the side door. As she reversed, presumably to remove herself from the scene, I hopped out, shaken but not stirred. There I stood, phone in hand attempting to record what can only be described as a slow-speed escape.
Startled that there was anyone in the car, the driver continued reversing. I waved my hands in the air like a character from . You get the picture. What then occurred was a rather amusing exchange where the driver asked if our cars had