ormally I like to focus on things that directly affect me—my own experiences and daily observations—but today I can't help but share something that has saddened me to my core.
This week’s news of two serving police officers killed in an RTC involving a car full of youths is a massive tragedy for the Cleveland community and the wider policing family. Seven people, including two Cleveland Police officers, died in a horrific head-on collision on the A66 near Middlesbrough on Saturday, 22 August. A vehicle travelling the wrong way struck a marked police car.
While no one wants to speculate on an ongoing investigation, details of Saturday’s awful events in Middlesbrough are starting to emerge.
Five young men – some still in their teens – were driving suspiciously in the early hours of the morning in a car believed to have cloned number plates. Following a police chase, just ten seconds later, the vehicle smashed head-on into another police car responding to the scene.
What makes this even more devastating is that it isn't an isolated incident. Just days earlier in Ireland, five teenagers were killed on the M9 in Kildare in another horrific wrong-way motorway crash—part of a deeply disturbing pattern on Irish roads in recent weeks that authorities suspect is linked to a reckless social media trend.
While human behaviour on the roads leaves you despairing, the steady roll of automation in the background continues uninterrupted.
Back in March, I wrote about the robots delivering food around the streets of Sheffield (you can catch up with that post here). It felt like the 21st century had finally arrived up north, signaling the start of the "rise of the machines." Sadly—or perhaps not—those little chaps have now been withdrawn from our streets, with the company behind them citing that the trial has ended.
But fear not, the robot revolution isn't over just yet. I spotted this absolute job-taker mopping the floors in my local Tesco Express.
On a personal note, it's just a couple of weeks until our next visit to the soul-cleanser that is Cymru. Preparations haven't started yet—I'm guessing panic-packing will commence a few days before we set off. The countdown has officially started.
The spirit of the Urban Viking—and the occasional absurdity of navigating the modern world—lives on in my webcomic, Northman. 
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ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ, ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʟɪᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴅᴇʙᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀʟʟ — ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ ᴍɪɴᴅ.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀꜱ: ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ʀᴜᴅᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛʟʏ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴊɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ — ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ɴᴏᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɴᴄʜᴇꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.
ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ.