This morning I was reading some article online in my feed about a woman who'd arguably died and gone to heaven and hell. She'd been shown around the good stuff before the heavenly host thought she'd better get a quick tour of hell - I suppose just because they wanted her to appreciate the good side of the afterlife she'd landed in, and carry a warning message back earth side to let people know that if they don't change their ways, they'd end up in this horror hole that stunk of death and was full of the screams of the tortured souls therein.

My position on this is quite clear - bollocks for two reasons.

One, it's just the brain making shit up based on the stories it's absorbed over their life. I get why we tell each other these stories. It's really, really hard to imagine the world without us in it. What happens to us when we are no longer? That's inconceivable. But heaven and hell are just fairy tales.

There's another reason I'm calling bollocks on Charlotte Holmes of Wichita, Kansas, since deceased (again).

Not once did she mention hell being full of tailgaters.

Because if there's one place reserved for these scourges of the road, it's hell.

See that truck in front of my car in the photo above? It'd just passed me doing 100kmph. Wait - I was doing that because it was the speed limit. To overtake me on this empty road coming up to an intersection, he would have to be doing more than that. Not only that, the view of the front of his truck entirely filled my back window. He was a mere metre behind me - I couldnt even annoy him by tapping the brakes, not if I didn't want a Mitre 10 trade truck quite literally up my ass. Luckily there were no kangaroos crossing, as they are want to do on that road to the coast

After scaring the shit out of me, he then tailgated the person in front of him for the next 15 minutes. The curves in the road, small hills, and two utes in front of the car he was tailgating meant he couldn't overtake.

Now I don't know what it's like in your country, but here it's illegal for a reason. If there's one sure way to slam into the back of someone, it's riding up their ass. It's honestly not that difficult to keep three car lengths behind someone, with the added bonus of not being a prick.

Because surely you know it's an act of intimidation and bullying, right? That's what gets me. It's just asshat behaviour. If you want to overtake the person in front on an empty country road, you don't need to nearly nudge the bumper of the car in front to do it. You know you're just trying to piss the person off in front of you because you're having a bad day and want to get where you are going three minutes faster.

That's the thing - by the time we got to town, I reckon I was less than a minute behind him. He'd achieved nothing at all.

It was actually the first time I'd been compelled to ring the company on the side of the truck to register a complaint. I'm not sure if it went anywhere and at most he probably got a rap on his fat hairy knuckles.

My one consolation is that Charlotte Holmes of Wichita, Kansas, will be hearing his screams in hell underneath her, should she be able to over the angels singing.