I was wandering into work in Beaumont Street this morning, in usual pre-nine o’clock haze, when I heard lots of “Oh La La”s from the stall holders in the French market in Gloucester Green.

One lone policeman was trying to hold all the rubberneckers back!
I quickly made my way round the corner…
….into the arms of the hunky firemen. Only to hear a huge boom as the car blew up. All the glass on one side of the noodle bar was shattered!