  I watched the television last night and saw, on the news, a man being dragged away by a mob in a far away land, no doubt to be clubbed to death, or have a petrol-soaked tyre lit around his kneck, because he didn't agree with the seething majority.
This morning for the fifth time I saw the same red car parked on double-yellows right outside the entrance to the nursery obscuring the view of children running out into the road as well as making passing a very tricky manouvre. See, that's the difference between us and them. Life is cheap abroad - you can die for as little as your thoughts, whereas here our time is so important to us we are even prepared to sacrifice our children to save thirty seconds. But exactly why is it trendy now to have purple windows in cars? 
