Crucify them! No, society rightly too civilised to slaughter scapegoats

THE MINUTE I got into the taxi I could see by the way the back of his head was dug into his shoulders that he was a disgruntled taxi driver from central casting.

We weren’t off the kerb before he had moved on from the weather to discussing how drunks were always getting into his taxi and how it was all the gov’ment’s fault.

This guy had it in for the gov’ment. The whole stinking lot of them.