Attempting to drive to work this morning on a trunk road masquerading as an ice rink – more than once fearing the wrath of the Minister’s Wife as one of any number of the Minister’s bodily fluids regularly threatened to stain the Ministerial Limousine’s beige upholstery – I was overtaken dangerously by a twat in a Cheap Range Rover Clone and, as I saw the rear of at least one child’s head protruding from the 4×4′s rear seats, I thought, “You fucking stupid cunt.”

Just about successfully negotiating the 16-mile return journey to work (and having survived a short spell early doors answering calls in our call centre due to the late arrival of, er, every other fucker in the place) I this evening surfed to The Tin Drummer, whom I quote with approval: