Iβm shitting myself scared but have to pick my girlfriend up from the airport. I need any and all advice.
I always hope (maybe the wrong word here, but you know what I mean) that when remains are found we come closer to possibly identifying whatever happened to Andrew.
Article text:
Suspected human remains have been found close to a motorway.
A large police presence can be seen in woodland off Medbourne Lane, close to junction 15 of the M4 near Swindon.
Wiltshire Police said it could take weeks to identify the "old" remains but specialist officers were meticulously combing the scene.
It said officers expected to remain there "over the next few days and weeks" and would provide further updates when possible.
I see so many people sitting at 80 in long stretches of 50mph limit with cameras. Never had the balls to do it myself.
Note - I regularly go well over the limit on some sections but I do it in a bright yellow and blue car with flashy lights on, we never see the tickets we get in work cars and the cameras are government not police owned so even we have no idea.
Surely all these people aren't getting speed tickets? How to average speed cameras actually work? Do they have a percentage range which is acceptable (say up to 54mph average is acceptable) or is it only 1 in X cars get picked out? Someone somewhere knows how speed cameras are configured. Is it some sort of protected government information that you need top secret clearance for? It's always intrigued me.
The M4 motorway walks into a bar.
"Oi, barman, I'm the M4 motorway. 500,000 cars drive over me every day, I'm hard as nails. Get me a drink" he orders.
The barman, rather surprised that a talking motorway has walked into his bar, pours him a whisky and he sits down at the table.
A few minutes later, a second motorway kicks open the door and walks in.
He says "I'm the M1. I have 900,000 vehicles drive over me every day. I make the M4 look like a child. I'm the hardest there is. Nobody can touch me. Now get me a fucking drink."
The barman, despite being rather unimpressed with being ordered around, pours him a beer and he sits down next to the M4.
The barman can hear the two motorways comparing their size and and arguing over who is the toughest, when the door swings open again.
In walks a small, narrow, piece of red tarmac. Both the M4 and M1 shut up immediately and stare down at their drinks, too terrified to look up.
Confused, the barman asks "what's the matter guys? Just now, you two were telling me how tough you are and how there is nobody harder, but now you're both staring down at your drinks too scared to look up..?"
The motorways look up and say "We're not messing with him. Nobody ever does. He's a cycle path."
Pics from Google Street View are about a year old but those they are still there.
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