has to be the most 'Word' posting EVER!

"I'm not dying with this in the background"

Fantastic.

hope you are OK.

I do know that the new Coldplay Xmas record would probably cause me to steer right into the path of an oncoming truck.

and no-one needs Lily Allen on a permanent loop while they're cutting you out of the wreckage.

The re-appraisal / revival / re-assessment / reunion / whatever is definitely not appreciated here.

The Drive-By Truckers do a great song about a car crash with Lynryd Synyrd playing as the wreck lies smouldering. That would be far cooler....

so I feel for you.

To everyone out there... drive safely this Christmas.

is now the Word equivalent of a clean pair of underpants in terms of avoiding embarassment in the event of an accident?

I'd hate to die under ironic circumstances. You know what I mean, rain on my wedding day causing me to skid, and crash through a bridge, plummeting to my doom to a soundtrack of Alanis Morrisette. Bloody hell, people better cry at my funeral, not giggle.

...but it is fact that my Auntie Min was gutted because my Uncle died in front of Emmerdale Farm (used to be on at 5.15 in Anglia region), and actually said: "He could have waited until the news!"

Poor sod. Even in death, he was ever-so slightly disappointing to her.

No Not even Matt Bloody Cardle

"And now its the great sound of The Lighthouse Family with "Lifted""..

Shitfuckshitchangechannelsaaghlookup

SHIIIIIIIT!!

How many deaths on the road has awful music caused?

If you've seen mountaineering documentary "Touching The Void", you'll know that climber Joe Simpson, lost in the Andes, with a broken leg and other injuries and increasingly delerious, gets Boney M's "Brown Girl In The Ring" in his head, and cannot exorcise it.
At one point he thinks to himself, "Bloody hell, I'm going to die to Boney M". This thought alone gives him the strength to carry on. Here's a tiny bit of this part of the film:

Was once driven at high speed through the streets of Milan after a long boozy works dinner. Zucchero blasted out of the car stereo and our Italian sales manager deftly showed off his air guitar technique - whilst driving. He did stop at some lights once - but only to briefly exit the car while he removed his jacket. The other lights he told us were "optional".

I remember thinking "If I survive this, it will be a great story" - but I've never listened to Zucchero again.

Glad you're OK Ian (even though the moral of your story seems to be "always listen to crap music in the car to give you an incentive to live").

No one hurt, thankfully but the silly sod driving had Queen´s "We are the Champions" on full blast and the windows rolled down.

As my Peugeot 205 aquaplaned at 50 mph, in torrential rain, towards the roundabout of a motorway junction, and then, after the initial impact, caught air and arced in what seemed like ultra-slow-motion towards a looming silhouette composed of small trees and shrubs, there was a very real that possibility that the last thing I would ever hear would be 'Change' by Tears For Fears.

We came to a stop beached in the middle of the man-made island. The older of my two hitch-hikers (allegedly a mother and son) began screaming at me. I had picked them up no more than a minute earlier. She was partly to blame for the accident as she had been attempting to rifle through my coat pockets.

Bizarrely a taxi pulled-up to see if everyone was okay. I bundled the pair of them into the back, handed the driver a tenner and told him get them out of here. It was only after he had gone that I realised I should have asked him to call the AA.

I walked for half an hour along the verge, through the pouring rain, in the pitch black, until I was able to flag down a police car. The constable told me that he would be happy to help me, just as soon as he had dealt with the more pressing problem of a herd of cows who had broken free from their field and were heading towards the motorway.

I would hope that the radio would be playing "Crawling From The Wreckage" by Dave Edmunds

Always Crashing The Same Car by David Bowie.

Thank god you're alright fella!

The last thing I'd like to hear is one or all of the below:

1) Here comes the sun : almost physically painful to hear. A complete beige-a-thon of musical inanity.
2) Tie a yellow ribbon : should be against the Geneva Convention.
3) Save your kisses for me : FFS why!

Spinning Around by Kylie

I had a slight skiddy wobble yesterday whilst trying to tune the radion away from Galaxy FM after my daughter had used the car. I hate the thought that anyone would think posthumously of me that I liked that sort of music.

I'd hate Whiskey in the Jar by Thin Lizzy to be the last song I ever heard. I'm quite fond of TL but hate that song with quite irrational passion.

When Danny Kelly was a youngster during the heigh of Cold War paranoia, when many people believed the ballon could go up any day now, he used to sleep with his copy of Marvin Gaye's What's Going On album pinned above his bed. His thinking was that in the event of a nuclear bomb the vinyl would instantly melt and the molten lava of "socially conscious soul" would see him off. He would, effectively, be killed by "What's Going On". Bless.