Metaphor Runs Rampant on Britain's Roads

Evidently it's the week for ghastly old bigots to walk away from car crashes. A few days ago the last wheel came clattering off Tumbledown Tessie's pre-wrecked 1918-model Dave and Dom jalopy, which was promptly crushed into merited oblivion by a belatedly-conscious House of Commons; nevertheless, the dead-eyed warden remains as crude and unbending as ever. Today the Duke of Edinburgh was involved in a collision in which two people suffered "minor injuries," and the Archbishop of York was moved to offer an unctuous petition to the mean little Established God who keeps the Archbishop, the Prime Minister and the House of Windsor safe from the wrath of the serfs. Good things are said to come in threes, which of course means that only the truly heartless will be hoping to see Philip Green or Rupert Murdoch projected head-first through a windscreen before the weekend is out.