Do the right thing and the right thing will follow. Right? After my encounter on the Queen’s highway with Wayne and Waynetta Slob, I decided I had better ring my insurance company and warn them that there might be a fraudulent claim.
The couple had screeched off from the police station in their shiny new Ford Galaxy (Motability range) having accused me of a crash that had not happened and fleeced me of my insurance details.
The police were no help at all, insisting that I fill out a serious-injury accident form. They didn’t give two hoots for my protestations that there had been no accident, or injury, just a shunt in a traffic queue after which a pair of ne’er-do-wells cried whiplash whilst clutching their lower backs. I asked the police to look at the undamaged cars but they refused. ‘Procedure,’ said the officer, insisting I fill out a 50-page form asking ‘how many vehicles left the carriageway?’ and requesting that I ‘list the number of casualties taken to hospital’.
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