Thereby hangs a tail-coat

In the news today, a young privileged toff narrowly avoided being mown down by a grumpy old man. The grumpy old man, who’d waited patiently at three-way traffic lights for ‘his turn’ in the pretty, albeit super-posh little Thames-side town of Eton, resented the sheer arrogance of the tail-coated schoolboy stepping out in front of their car, ambling nonchalantly across the road and causing the said grumpfather to miss ‘his turn’. A witness in the car with him exclaimed “Oh Neville, stop!... be careful... that boy could be our future Prime Minister!” So Neville promptly accelerated...