The horror or Broken Britain continues this week.

First we learn that sacrificing goats to a gilded image of Ken Livingstone is becoming ever more common, then we learn that ravers smashed out of their tiny minds on ecstasy are injecting crack into the kneecaps of innocent passers by every day.

Among the hardworking Britons to attack ravers smashed out of their tiny minds on ecstasy injecting crack into the kneecaps of innocent passers by was Ian Dunkin-Donuts who today said read my lips; no new taxes.