Pull up a little so you don't block his driveway.

The Lyons rore; the Tygres loudly bray; / The raging Buls rebellow through the wood […].

England is not the jewelled isle of Shakespeare's much-quoted passage, nor is it the inferno depicted by Dr Goebbels. More than either it resembles a family, a rather stuffy Victorian family, with not many black sheep but with all its cupboards bursting with skeletons. It has rich relations who have to be kow-towed to and poor relations who are horribly sat upon, and there is a deep conspiracy of silence about the source of the family income.

My friends call straights heteros.