Last Night’s TV – Seven Days in Traffic

by Lynn Connolly

My husband has a ritual/mantra whenever we find ourselves stuck in traffic. He always, but always says, “Where the hell are they all going??” He then speculates; “Can’t be going to work, it’s the middle of the day. And it can’t be school runs…”

I always, but always, point out that we are making up some of the traffic too and usually, our journey is for something mundane. So this show was a godsend for him because he got to see where some of those “they” were in fact going.

And I got to be happily voyeuristic and unashamedly nosey about the occupants of the cars.

I am a fly-on-the-wall addict, so any show that offers a glimpse at someone else’s life is a must-watch for me, and this one from ITV didn’t disappoint.

It’s a good concept too; bravo to whoever thought up putting cameras into cars to spy on the occupants. And as Anthony Burgess famously said, “All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.”

And it’s fortuitous that it was because I doubt Holy Ghosts are down with swearing and aggressive driving techniques, and we saw plenty of those in this film which followed drivers in London.

We got to peek at the lives of a very wide cross-section of society from a little boy on a lifesaving journey to receive a kidney donated by his granny to a stripper on the way to a booking.

Angry and panicking dads, irate mums, pee’d off paramedics and power mad bus drivers; Seven Days in Traffic had it all. And we heard too about Traffic Stress Syndrome, which is pretty self-explanatory – and something to which harassed dad Michael is subject – but it was interesting to see the cause-and-effect processes close up.

But one of the segments I especially enjoyed was watching a trainee bus driver narrowly avoid smacking into several vehicles, but as ever in my house, the spectre of male chauvinism loomed large and my husband muttered, “Women drivers…”

If I could’ve been bothered to get up from the sofa, he may be muttering soprano, but I couldn’t…

So if you have a spare 50 minutes or so, you could do worse than watch this show here on ITV Player if you missed it last night.

Lynn is an editor and writer here at Unreality TV and is trained psychotherapist and the author of two books. She's addicted to soaps, period drama and reality TV shows such as X Factor, I'm A Celeb and Big Brother.