| Comment | Insight I had once was I was behind a driver who pulled a *bananas* overtake on a cyclist.
500 metres down the road he turned into the petrol station anyway. He got out and was just totally going about his business. Just hum-de-dum, nearly kill a cyclist, might get a Lucozade, wonder what's for dinner tonight.
There's a bit in Limmy's book where he talks about being, basically, a wee bam in his youth and how there wasn't a shred of guilt. He didn't think 'this is bothering people' or 'I shouldn't do that because I wouldn't like it done to me'. Just nothing going on between the ears (he said). |
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