Bumpty head. It was the year of ninety-nine. Robbie William’s ‘Angels’ were playing on the radio of my father’s car, I had taken his car without permission. Permission was not relevant as I was underage and only held a provisional license. I was speeding. I hit the ditch, I don’t remember hitting the ditch, but I hit the ditch. Darkness. Pain and swelling. Darkness. Bumped head. Coma. Operations. Silence. ‘Angels’ playing on the radio. A song I can no longer listen to. Bumpty head. Brain damage, two blood clots on the brain, fractured bones. Almost an angel.