The Commons is never vulgar. And yet its two leaders looked as though they had been mixing it in the neo-Gothic corridors, when they hurried back to London from holidays for consultations on Cyprus. Prime Minister Sir Alec Douglas-Home, 61, had a bandage on his right hand, while Labor Party Leader Harold Wilson, 48, sported a smashing shiner. Both, however, were casualties in the never-ending struggle to relax, dammit. Wilson had banged his eye in a fall among the rocks of Cornwall's Scilly Isles; Sir Alec pricked his finger pruning roses at his...
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