I was driving home last night when suddenly the radio station I was listening to – a popular music program – went silent. After a couple seconds of light static, a deep voice addressed me by name and ordered me to pull over to the side of the road unless I wanted to die. I did, confused and a little afraid. I sat and listened to the static when suddenly – about fifty yards ahead of me – an explosion went off and filled the road with flames. As soon as this happened, the radio came back on and I sat there, listening to somebody sing about being happy while I thought about how close I’d come to being burnt alive. This seems to be up your alley, Alistair so tell me: What was THAT?!
Harrowed in Jamaica
You almost died, and then you didn’t. Congratulations.