When posh boys get into trouble they sack the servants.
In the 1970s and a lot of the 1980s, we would have thanked our lucky stars in the coalfield areas for growth of 1.75 per cent. The only thing growing then were the lines of coke in front of boy George and the rest of them.
I solemnly swear that I will bear true and faithful allegiance to the Queen when she pays her income tax.