I have the feeling that I am living through a car crash that is being played out in slow motion around me.

We are all passengers in the car - mostly we are like the kids in the back without our seatbelts on who are watching in horror as Mum & Dad (Cameroon & Broon) up front are engaged in a furious argument about what colour to paint the kitchen and not looking where they are going, totally oblivous of the juggernaut heading straight towards us. We are travelling too fast to risk opening the doors and diving out - but maybe that would be the best option. We scream at the old folks to pay attention and change direction but to no avail. It is very nearly too late anyway - what should we do?

One option might be to take our chances and leap out - run for the hills with a stock of food and weapons to defend ourselves. Another choice would be to try and take control of the car by force - leap over the seat and wrestle the wheel out of dad's control, at the very least perhaps the struggle will make us veer off course; anyone up for joining a revolution? Anyone got a better idea?