I gave the Killer Crossing its name because of the peril it presented to pedestrians. The arrival of the new traffic island layout made the nickname seem a bit extreme, but perhaps it ought to be retained after all. I don't know who was to blame for this alarming scene outside the dry cleaner, but it hardly strengthens my confidence in the safety of the junction, despite the recent improvements.
There was one other crocked car on the scene. I've got no details of injuries (or worse) just now. I remarked to one of the 1,500 cops down from Greater Manchester for the Olympics who was on the scene that we didn't want his stay in London to be dull. Grim smiles all round.