To wrap up, today’s police incident at Dartford Crossing was a classic British disaster: minimal information, massive inconvenience, and everyone complaining about the weather. The police have thanked drivers for their patience, which is like thanking fish for being wet. If you’re still stuck in a queue as you read this, take a deep breath. Look at the sky. Count the seagulls. And remember: the Dartford Crossing is always a character in its own chaotic drama—whether it’s police incidents, swans, or just a really, really bad idea to drive during school holidays.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to buy shares in a boat company. The next Dartford shutdown is probably scheduled for tomorrow.
