WhatsApp Video 2024-03-22 at 04.23.52_c8bcaf5e

The speaker received a call in 1994 about their dad being seriously ill in Sheffield. They rushed there with a chicken they had just cooked. Luckily, they arrived in time to say goodbye to their dad before he passed away. They believe that their ability to drive at high speeds allowed them this opportunity, so they see their speeding as justified. Back in 1994, I was living in London, and I got a call one evening from my mum to say that my dad was desperately ill in a hospital in Sheffield, and I needed to get there as quickly as possible. And I'd just taken a chicken out of the oven, and I thought, well, I'll take that for my mum, because she won't have eaten, ran outside, and I had a 9-to-8 on test that week. And when I arrived in Sheffield, the chicken was still warm, and my dad was still alive. In fact, he died half an hour later. And the truth is, if I hadn't have been driving a car which could sit quite happily at 170 miles an hour, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to say goodbye to my dad. So, as far as I'm concerned, a 9-to-8 is alright. Very good reason. It isn't dull to me.