Let’s run down the hotspots. Junction 15 (the M4) is a constant mess. It’s like the M25 took a wrong turn and never recovered. And Junction 28, near the M11? That’s where dreams go to die on a Friday afternoon.
If you’re listening to a traffic reporter, they’ll say something like: “Queues from J10 to J12.” That’s code for “buckle up, you’re not moving for an hour.” I swear they have a thesaurus for the word “slow.”
But here’s the thing. You want the real answer? Look at your phone. Google Maps will tell you before the police even know. It’s like a magic eight ball, but with more swearing from other drivers.
Why Does It Always Happen To You?
It feels personal, doesn’t it? Like the M25 has a red dot on your car. You thought leaving at 7:30 was clever. Wrong. The M25 sensed your confidence and threw a three-lane shunt just for you. Classic.
M25: Man dies in crash near Orpington - BBC News
And let’s talk about the rubberneckers. You know the ones. They slow down to 2mph to stare at a car on the hard shoulder. Is it an accident? No, it’s a guy changing a tire. But to them, it’s a Broadway show. Keep moving, people!
If you’re really unlucky, it’s a police-led closure. That’s the big one. They shut the whole thing down for a “police incident.” That could mean anything from a broken-down cow to someone chasing a drone. You’ll never know. You’ll just sit there, contemplating your life choices.
