Crawled out of this wreckage 15 years ago today:
Crashed it at 70mph into some donkeys stood in the middle of the road in the middle of the Kalahari, 60km from the nearest town, went offroad, then rolled it a few times before settling in a cloud of dust 150 metres away. There's been a lot of times over the years when I wondered if surviving was worth it. It should have killed me and quite often I'd wished it had. Currently putting the final touches on my project for my deadline next week. I'm hoping that the 20th anniversary of that crash will see me in a much, much better place in my life, and that's what I've been working towards the last year or so.