[ WP ] Two cars collide on a back road in the English countyside . The Police are called to scene . Upon arrival they see that a left hand drive was on the wrong side an collided head on with another vehicle . The driver who caused the crash is a British national and his car has a British number plate .

`` I looked, but I could n't see him. He must've been going too fast...'' 
 
 `` Madam,'' the police officer said calmly, `` for that car to be going too fast for you to see it in time to avoid pulling out in front of it, it would've had to be doing at least a hundred and twenty miles an hour.'' 
 
 `` Well he must've been, must n't he?'' she replied angrily. `` Typical fuckin' Polish...'' 
 
 `` Hungarian, actually,'' the police officer replied. `` His name was Bertalan Kossoth, but everyone called him Bert. Worked as a porter in the local hospital, sang in the church choir. His wife made a big batch of really nice sweet dumplings for the village fete.'' His voice finally cracked. `` He was my friend. And now he's dead, because you were n't looking where you were bloody well going!'' 
 
 He forced himself to calm down. `` Elisabeth Wilson, I'm arresting you on suspicion of causing death by dangerous driving. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.'' 
 
 The trial, held at a local Magistrates Court ten days later, was brief. The sentence, rather less so.
