I can't get the song Moonlight Serenade out of my head. I think part of the reason I love it is because I can imagine being sat at my desk in the 1940s listening to it on an old wireless radio and I've always wanted one of those.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7766310.stm

;_;

BBC Business Editor Robert Peston said that "even on a best case outcome" for Woolworths, 20,000 of the firm's 30,000 UK workers could lose their jobs.

I'm beginning to wonder whether I'll be able to help out at work over Christmas after all. Although, of course, I have a personal stake in what happens to Woolworths, the thought of it going bust is really quite sad.

First caller on the Radio Merseyside phone-in calls for Moyes' head. Wahey. =/

Anyone suggest any good classical music for me to try? I've been listening to a fair bit lately by my standards, but not much otherwise. Anything similar to what I've been listening to would be nice or just anything that's quality that you think I should listen to.

Things I've particularly liked:

Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 14 ("Moonlight Sonata")
Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 in C minor
Dvorak's Symphony No. 9, in E Minor ("From the New World")
Holst's The Planets (particularly Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity, Venus, Bringer of Peace and Neptune, The Mystic)

I've always rather liked Jerusalem by Parry/Elgar too.

Ps. I knew I stole this LJ icon for a reason.

Bus either didn't turn up in Llandudno or it was early and so I got home half an hour later than I wanted to. I was deciding between going to an afternoon tea held by the constituency Labour Party to meet their parliamentary candidate (woo all woman short list =/) or chancing watching Everton online. Went for the football and missed most of the first half. Got home to find us losing 1-0. A few minutes later, I'm tucking into a lovely M&S Hoisin duck tortilla and Mikel Arteta proved why he's absolutely fantastic by scoring from a great direct free-kick.

Life is good this afternoon!

I'm also watching it being broadcast in the United States. Don't think it's Fox Soccer Channel. The accents are a bit annoying, but they described David Moyes as being "off the hook" and so it's brilliant.

(Look at the time to see how quickly the other 29 racers retired)

"Richard, quite often on Dragons' Den I see people with the product and I think... business isn't worthy of investment but the product is worthy of buying and I think people will buy the product. But this one I wouldn't buy, I wouldn't even touch. And sometimes I say to people: I'm not going to invest, but I wish you all the best and success. But I wish you absolute failure on this. I hope it doesn't take off. I hope people don't buy it. I think it's ridiculous and I hope it fails. So I'm out."

Duncan Bannatyne is so badass.

Anyone want to help me run a Labour leadership campaign? I've nothing to do until Saturday so I may as well topple Gordon Brown. I stand for giving a lot of tax money to Everton FC to add to the transfer kitty, an extension of postage stamps for use as clothing and supporting council house tenants "right to buy" things from the supermarket.

http://roughly.beasts.org/

More difficult than it looks if you don't set ridiculous estimation ranges.

And while we're quizzin':




From: http://politics.beasts.org/scripts/survey

This add-on for Firefox that let's me search for the meanings of things with a right-click is so handy. Wikipedia/Google/Dictionary.com/Amazon/etc. It's so nice when browsing the Football transfer gossip page on the BBC website, since I invariably end up searching for all the people linked to Everton on Wikipedia anyway.

DVD Collection. Just thought I'd catalogue them so I could see how many I have. For anyone who is sufficiently bored or stalker-ish:

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http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/7494640.stm

I lol'd.

Today I played golf with marginal success. I can hit the ball alright - mostly - but I simply can't put. The balls are far too light and I overhit far too much. I would've made a bogey on my first hole were I able to judge how hard to hit the ball properly. Incidentally I ended up 4 over par for that hole.

I'd like to go again. Preferably when there aren't other people around playing by themselves so me and Dad taking a while don't get in the way. It was alright though. I'd go again. Not bad for a fiver. Which paid for nine holes and rental of the clubs.

Well, Woolworths can't have been that distraught since they asked me to work 9-1 tomorrow. Nice four hour shift with the whole day free essentially. Shame I'll have to get up at about quarter to seven if I hope to get a shower in before work. Oh well.

Someone suggest a new Signature/Avatar set at EoFF for me. If no one comes up with anything decent, I'll just go with Martin O'Neill or something. I've already had David O'Leary, Belgium and the ITV Digital Monkey as signature themes at other boards in the past, so I'm setting the bar pretty high here, guys.

The following characters are missing from Neighbours and thus the quality suffers:

* Mishka
* Steiger
* That fake doctor woman that nearly killed everyone (Charlotte Stone, was it?)
* That pet psychologist who drove Karl mad

EDIT OH MY GOD I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT JOE MANGEL EVEN THOUGH I HAVE AN LJ ICON OF HIM I'LL USE IT NOW TO MAKE AMENDS PLEASE FORGIVE ME MARK LITTLE

No one could possibly think that Jackie Chan appearing on the Graham Norton Show is a promotion. At least Woolworths adverts'll put you up there to receive standing ovations at Cannes.

Edit: For a more interesting appraisal of the race for London mayor, I'll point you in the direction of Charlie Brooker: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/apr/14/charliebrooker.boris?gusrc=rss&feed=global

Complete disaster today for Labour. They've made minute gains in some areas, but that does little to offset the general catastrophe of yesterday. It's looking increasing like Boris'll win London and I must admit, that's something I really don't want. I actually quite like Livingstone; I know that won't count for much given that I don't live in London or drive, but from what I've seen in debates, he's been willing to answer questions, he's shown that he does have plans for London and seems to have some principles. I don't think it's a coincidence that he's consistently been more popular than the Labour Party nationally. I'll be honest. I think Boris is hilarious, he's a buffoon, he's funny, he's a complete mess, but increasingly we've been hearing in the press that that's a crafted public persona and that - professionally - he carries himself professionally. That wouldn't surprise me. Regardless, I simply don't trust him to run a city like London properly. I think that either 'serious Boris' or 'Boris LOL!!!! what a legernd!! Johnson!!!' (as Charlie Brooker put it), are both dangerous in different ways. The latter would prove to be an embarrassment and would fail to be taken seriously, the former, the Right wing, upper class Tory, would do little to bring together an increasingly divided Britain, work towards fixing a relatively broken society or work towards preventing poverty in Britain.

Of the other candidates, I rather liked Sian Berry (Green) and Brian Paddick seemed to have some good ideas, but was simply never a serious contender in the race. I might vote Labour, but that's because I genuinely find their candidates to be the ones I have least problem voting for, I'm not tribally loyal to the party, even if I would like to join it and become an MP or councillor or something one day. If the party were a shambles, I wouldn't support them, but I'm finding it increasingly difficult to support or identify with them.

But that problem is, I'm increasingly becoming dissatisfied with the party on the whole. I voted Labour yesterday, but Mochdre was a two horse race between the Labour and the Tories and so my mind was made for me, really. Regardless of when the abolition of the 10p rate was brought in, it's still a disgrace. I appreciate that there are tax credits and some concessions to help some groups, but that's simply not good enough. It's harming the low earners and the concessions simply do not cover all the losers of the budget. Although it's not a socialist party (some would argue that it never has been terribly socialist except for a brief period under Michael Foot), it's not even qualifying as social democratic these days.

Brown is showing himself to be pretty dismal. Rather uncommon for someone my age, I actually do think that by and large Tony Blair was a good Prime Minister and that beyond a couple of issues (notably: tuition fees, terror detainment), I agreed with a lot of his policies. Blair had leadership and I honestly think that he fundamentally did what he thought was right and was able to take difficult decisions. Brown has failed to show any real leadership and is not going to deliver electoral success. Had he called a November election, he would've won that, but I would be willing to bet money he'll lose the next election.

Harman as deputy leader has also been pretty poor. I'm not a fan of Harman. For all her overtures of reconnecting with the people during the deputy leadership campaign, she's done little to act on her promises. She's gone back on her statement that the government should apologise over Iraq and has been of little help to anyone. It's a pity that Cruddas didn't win the deputy leadership; he seemed more in-tune with Labour voters (though apparently not party members) and would've done more to reconnect with the public.

I have little faith in this government which has largely been a disappointment as I've said in other posts. Labour seriously needs to take a look at itself, listen to people and do more to help its core support. It needs to be more decisive and it needs to set out somesort of vision for Britain. Backing down over a EU treaty over semantics, nicking Tory inheritance tax policies, acting colder towards the US only to try and chum it up with them months later, having slapdash measures in a supposed U-turn on the budget and trying for essentially the same detainment legislation that they couldn't get through last time they tried; it simply isn't good enough.

For anyone mildly curious about how my quest to find a job is going, I failed to get either of the two good jobs that I had interviews for last week. The agency job (which I really liked) I was just pipped to by someone else with more experience and was unsuccessful with the tenant referencing job that was five minutes walk from my house and who rejected me without an interview last year.

I've got an interview for Clarks in Rhyl this morning. Needless to say I'm not wearing my good suit for that, given that I've got to go on "Let's Practice Filling in Application Forms" all day afterwards. Still, I know some people out there need practice. Because on the job advert on the Job Centre Plus, someone had managed to misspell the company new. Oh dear. Clothes-wise, work trousers, a shirt and my black jacket doubles up as a suit when needs be.

I also get to stop being vegetarian on Friday. Hooray.

The 'Last Nights TV' review section from the Independent on Friday, referring to the first episode of series two:

Meanwhile, Claire, the cheerleader (secret power: regenerates after any injury), has gone into hiding with her family in California. Dad Noah (secret power: can say lines such as "I love you more than anything in the world, Claire-bear" without puking) is working as assistant manager at a copy-store, which, by the way, looks like a pretty sweet deal, what with the big house and the big car it's paying for, and plotting against the evil, superhero-enslaving Company. Mohinder, the earnest doctor (secret power: ability to intone appallingly sententious voice-over), is roaming the country lecturing on superpowers, and fending off the attentions of a nerdy Company rep (secret power: can turn teaspoons into gold, which makes you wonder why he needs a job with the evil guys). Nice Matt, the copper (secret power: reads minds), is retraining with the New York police, and caring for little Molly (secret power: can find people with superpowers). Everybody's favourite character, Hiro (secret power: can bend the space-time continuum), has accidentally transported himself to 17th-century Japan, where he met his samurai hero, Takezo Kensei, who turned out, blow me down, to be an unheroic Englishman. Back in the present, Hiro's father (secret identity: Mr Sulu from Star Trek), and Nathan's mother (secret power: is a real bitch) are receiving death threats...

Probably the most accurate appraisal of super powers yet.

The course is as bad as I thought it would be. I have very little in common with the people there except that one of them supports Everton and we're all unemployed. Yesterday I said that Liverpool-Chelsea is amongst the most boring football matches you could ask for at the top level and was looked at as if I'd punched someone's sainted mother. Still, at least now I know how to put together a CV and write a letter of application.

...

Granted I may have already known how to do those things, but at least I know them. It's severely depressing. I don't have a problem with the course per se. I'm sure it's of use to a lot of the people there, but frankly it's a waste of my time. Bugged a couple of the agencies today and they've put me in for another four jobs. Had two interviews this week; one of them with Lets XL (a tenant referencing agency) and the other is a nice, easy temp job with the council. Would be glad of either of those. Lets XL is literally five minutes walk from my house and good money and the council job is easy and short term. Both the interviews went well. Struck up a good interview from the start with Lets XL when I demonstrated how I had all the skills necessary, told them I was flexible and made them laugh. They commented on the lack of information on the website and I made a joke about them actually being MI5. Fingers crossed, eh?

Oh, also worthy of note is that I got a rejection letter of a friend's mother today. No, I've not been proposing. I applied for a job at Argos but was unable to make the interview dates offered (one was the York visit day which I couldn't afford to miss) and so got a letter from Paul's mum (one of the supervisors or something) there. I also got a rejection letter off Morrisons. I thought that interview went well too. Apparently not. Though why the person who interviewed me bothered to introduce me to the person who was in charge of check-outs and tell me to have a chat with her is beyond me. Still, I'm glad I put all that effort in at school when I can't get a job at a supermarket (this is supermarket number job number 4 I've been downright rejected for, not including ones that didn't even get acknowledged!). Go me.

On the course the guy running it said that if you haven't got a job by the end of the 2 week run, you get put on another course that lasts 13 weeks. That involves charity shop work 4 days a week and actual course for the last day. People complained. He said that charity shop work looks good on a C.V. and that it'll really help. I was tempted to hand him my C.V., point out my 18 months of volunteer work (mostly while I was at college) and ask him, if that was the case, why I was there. It's utterly demoralising. Nearly a year I've been looking. 9 months I've been looking properly and yet I'm unemployed. I constantly think back to that nice council job ("the salary is only £12,000 a year") that I got short-listed for. After completing the computer tests so quickly that the member of staff didn't believe I'd actually done them, I did well in the second interview too. Only slip-up I made was not using the phrase 'means-tested' in reference to council tax (though I explained it perfectly fine anyway) but didn't get the job. I wish I had. It was piss easy and good money.

Just feels like I've wasted a year. What did I want to do with this year off? Get my driving licence. Haven't even got a provisional because I wanted to save up and go straight into lessons. Simply haven't had the income for that. Wanted to get some work experience. I've got some, but only in fucking Woolworths. The only admin experience I got was during the summer which I could've had before Uni anyway. I wanted to do some travelling around Britain over the summer. I don't imagine I'd get far on the £250 I have in my bank account.

I got some extra hours on Sunday though because Kim was ill. Stuck upstairs on a Sunday which is dead to the power of two. I probably served about 20 customers in 4 hours. I was so bored that I appreciated the fact this old guy was talking about what Woolworths used to be like before the war. And then spent a good 15 minutes helping him with his trouble about different types of energy saving lightbulbs. I got so bored, I actually calculated how many days I'd been alive. Today is my 7001st day. I should've remembered to post yesterday really, shouldn't I?

I now hold the distinction of being in the same town as David Cameron and not knowing a thing about it. Apparently when I was playing Halo 3 at Jack's house, I could've been doing something constructive like annoy him while he was at the college building in Abergele. We went to buy chips for our lunch and he could've come along. I'm sure he would've been - uh - "down" with that. In the same sense as Boris assures us he's "down with ethnics."

Oh dear.

I think it's utterly ridiculous that the supposedly Green Conservative party is throwing such a hissy fit over fortnightly bin collections and then promising to make it easier to recycle. What's an easier way to recycle than having fortnightly recycling box collections? With the lower amount of collections, there's an incentive to recycle along with people not having to take the recycling away themselves because it's being picked up for them. There's no reason at all why the majority of people can't make do with a bin collection once a fortnight. Businesses are an exception, I'll grant you, but with the public it's less of an issue. My county has had fortnightly bin collections for over a year now and most people get by. A large proportion of the people who had a problem with it are either too lazy to do anything about it or unwilling to have the bins collected every other week. I love it when people in other parts of the country write in and say that 'it'd cause utter chaos' and 'it's madness' over something like this, when the scheme has been largely successful where I live.

Not like Conwy County is controlled by a Conservative-Plaid coalition anyway. Oh, hang on.

Yesterday at work Journey's classic hit Small Town Girl came on on the shop CD player. Now not only has Chris put the Hotel California album a couple of times, but now that. I now have the utmost respect for Chris, even if it means that when I get a long queue it's usually him that has to hop on the tills to help me get it down.

Oh, and also worthy of note was that at the bus stop someone was advertising a log cabin for sale for "£18.000." Given that I had £18 there and then I considered ringing up and asking to buy it. No idea where it is (there was snow there), but it looked nice and I'm sure it'd be a good way to break ice when meeting new people by saying "I own a log cabin, don't you know."

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/africa/7338325.stm

I will be utterly livid if he doesn't sign. Last season we lost the in form Fernandes (who currently isn't playing as great as he was, but is improving) and to lose Pienaar for the paltry sum we can buy him for (£2.2 million), I will be very annoyed. Someone rectify this immediately.

A man who is afraid his father could be lonely has advertised for a drinking companion for him - at £7 an hour - and there is no shortage of likely helpers.

Jack Hammond, 88, of Cadnam, Hampshire, will now meet candidates who answered the 25p advertisement placed in a local post office by his son Michael.

Mr Hammond used to drink with a neighbour in Barton-on-Sea but is now in a nursing home near his son Michael.

Michael Hammond said he had been "absolutely staggered" by the response.

Mr Hammond added: "It's a bit difficult at this age to go out to a pub on his own. He is hoping to find a gentleman who is not too bombastic and enjoys a nice pint.

"Three of the responses came from the shop advertisement and four from the publicity but we are hoping for more."

Mr Hammond said the ideal candidate would be a man who can talk about his father's career in engineering, or his father's passion for golf.

He said women would be out of the question as Mr Hammond senior would feel uncomfortable going to a pub with a woman he did not know.

"It's got to be the best job in the world," he added.

Story from BBC NEWS:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/1/hi/england/hampshire/7328410.stm

Am I the only one that thinks that This Week has a sinister tone to it? Andrew Neil seems so malevolent and his bad jokes and somewhat awkward manner remind me of a really bad Bond villain whose plan for world domination involves holding Dianne Abbot and Michael Portillo hostage. Actually, wasn't that the plot of For Your Eyes Only? I'm watching it at the moment and there's a giant rabbit in the background. As far as henchmen go, they could do worse, I'm sure, but I can't deny that it's quietly disconcerting.

That was utterly the most awful thing I've had to endure for a long time. How we didn't win, I honestly don't know. We deserved it and it was a fantastic performance. Penalty shoot-outs are nothing but grief!

Last night, all the electricity in the house went off but then immediately came back again. I was using the computer and watching Match of the Day at the time and sadly lost that great work of art I was working on in MS Paint, as well as my point-by-point solution to cure all the world's ills. Looks like it's just going to be society that loses out on my computer being turned off and not me. Though I have had the rather small annoyance of Firefox logging me out of everything and/or having my cookies deleted (I've not bothered to check). Still in a small way, that short moment when I thought "why's the electricity gone off," demonstrates that I can quite clearly survive without modern technology. I even had my mobile phone at the ready to call the police if needs be. So take that, life!

Thanks to everyone that wished me a happy birthday yesterday. I had an alright day all in all, though I'm sure I'll have a nicer time on Tuesday when I get to spend some time with my friends. Elanor was the first one to wish me a happy birthday which was nice because I didn't expect her to remember. Well, strictly speaking Matt jokingly wished it me on the 22nd. Oh, and Jack thought it was my birthday last Saturday. But either way, on the day or in the days before, thanks everyone.

http://www.liverpoolphil.com/eventdetail.aspx?Event_ID=1346 - My evening

Went to the Liverpool Philharmonic this evening which is the first time I've ever been to hear classical music played live and absolutely loved it.

Labour are having a conference in Llandudno. I don't think it'd be too unreasonable to expect Gordon to come visit me. It's a third off pick 'n' mix in Woolies today, so it'd be well worth a visit. I voted for Labour twice and even have a father who's a member of the party and yet these aren't grounds for a visit. I can only assume that the reason Mr. Brown has been so quiet about the phone-tapping row is that he has actually been tapping my phone. Looks like I said "Well, Tony Blair was alright really" one too many times.

Today I had to get my watch repaired as the strap had broken on it. This resulted in several things. For instance, I had to spend £3 to get it repaired. I also spent money at a jewellers for the first time in my life. Most importantly, I was left with 20 minutes to waste while it was fixed. I was due to meet my mother to go food shopping at 2, though this wouldn't be until 10 minutes after the watch was fixed. The best plan of action seemed to involve wandering around the shops until I won the lottery or something equally magnanimous happened. For the record, nothing as magnanimous as that occurred for something much greater and more worthy of note took place. In the RSPCA charity shop I came across this little gem:




So expect me to be ruling the world by the time I've read this book. Actually, give me ten minutes so I can start work on drawing the various statues in my honour that shall have to be built. If any of you object to me ruling the world, I think I have adequate means to persuade you otherwise. Obviously I don't rule the world yet, so I'd be getting ahead of myself if I were to send legions of my well-dressed, bad-mannered, well-armed and bad-ass stormtrooper (tm) in to reprimand you, so I'll resort to reasoned argument. Incidentally, this will be the last time the phrase 'reasoned argument' will not mean 'bowing to Overlord Tommo's every whim.' Anyway:

"Ten things dictators can do that cannot be done in a democracy

1. Close a television station or newspaper.
2. Refuse to pay bills.
3. Forget to apply for planning permission.
4. Have their profile on a postage stamp.
5. Change yesterday's weather.
6. Write a guaranteed bestseller.
7. Leave a car double-parked (although BMW drivers may also do this).
8. Make the trains run on time.
9. Get a taxi after 3am.
10. Actually change the government."

So you can see the question "should I become a dictator or not" has only a very long 'pro' list and a con list that is so minute it's barely worth taking notice off. This may or may not be because I ran out of space on the paper though.

Any of you guys fancy a chat? It's been rather a while since I've had a decent talk with a lot of you and I suppose it's about time for me to start subtly mentioning that it's my birthday in ten days time and I'd love it you bought me lots of presents.

Choice of music chosen purely for the name of the band.

I had quite a nice start to today. I had to get up at seven in the morning and was out the house by eight, but I didn't mind. I found that I was much more awake than usual on my walk up to Colwyn Bay and I had the Radio to keep my occupied. Listened to Terry Wogan who started off my morning with Edwyn Collins' Girl Like You which I've always liked for reasons unknown. But despite walking up a busy road with all the school traffic, I quite enjoyed the relatively fresh air, the crispness of the morning and having something decent to listen to on the way there. Put me in a good mood right from the off. Bought The Independent to get their Great Philosophers booklets and was pleased to have the man in the shop called it The Indy. I don't much anything at all about philosophy really, so I figured I could do with learning at least the basics.

Today me, Jack and Towler had vague plans to see Cloverfield. We hadn't decided which cinema to go to and I looked up the cinema times for Llandudno Junction's CineWorld, found they were fine and that was that. Jack and Towler said we should go to Rhyl instead, so I asked them to look up the times. Fast forward to the three of us stood in Rhyl's Apollo cinema to be told they didn't actually have the film, but were collecting names and numbers to get it. Rather bemused, we then set about going to Llandudno Junction. I endured much moaning because apparently it was my fault - though Towler admitted he should've checked them. I was busy playing Perfect Dark last night!

Film was fairly good. Better than I expected and if you've got time and money to spare, it's well worth seeing. Apparently people complained of motion sickness from it and dizziness was fairly common, though I never felt any adverse symptoms at all. Decent day out, all in all. I can't complain. Had to miss a lesson of AS Politics for it, but I've not missed any up until now (including one where I had a job interview within 30 minutes of it ending) so I suppose I can justify it on those grounds.

Applied for a bunch of jobs recently and have managed to get absolutely nowhere with them. This means I'm still at Woolworths. The complete lack of hours means I'm going to work on my birthday just so I'm not too short on money. That's right. I'm going to do the whole 4 hour slog of every week on my birthday. Still not happy about that and - unfortunately - doesn't seem there's any chance of more hours. Here's hoping for something else. Still, I can't complain. I have to sign on tomorrow so I'll feel really bad after going there. It would help, naturally, if the DWP managed to update JSA claims as and when circumstances change. For instance, last week I got £15 JSA. This was on the basis that I'm doing part time work. However, the government says that one needs £46 a week to live on. Given that my wages were £20, I was actually left short. I don't need the money terribly but I will if Dad stops working for Arriva. The thought of paying for public transport seems so alien a concept! I rather like hopping on and off when I please! I also spent most of my savings over the summer when I refused to claim JSA for 4 months (despite being entitled to it) and given the attitude of the Job Centre towards me while I've been registered with them, I see no reason why I should get fobbed off by them any more.

It would help if there were more jobs going in north Wales than care assistants. A post I am neither qualified for nor that I want to do.

I do amuse myself sometimes. Since Everton have signed someone on loan with the rumour of a second on their way, I thought I'd listen to Five Live as the BBC Website encouraged. I was sitting there listening to the radio for a couple of minutes thinking "this is oddly intellectual for Radio Five. Perhaps I'm a bit too snobby towards it." Anyway, I was swapping over windows only to find out that I was, in fact, listening to Radio Four. The fact I did that subconsciously makes me wonder just how big of a snob I really am. I mean, to be subconsciously warded away from a Sports-centric radio station?!

"Shesh. Talk about over-egging the pudding. No-one died in the Heathrow crash-landing, or even sustained what might be termed a serious injury - hence, perhaps, the Independent's decision not to mention it until page five.

But the Daily Mail seems unwilling to let it be the story that it is - a dramatic "what if..." tale, with cracking pics of a wrecked plane. Despite every other media outlet quoting passengers as saying that it seemed no more than a bumpy landing until the oxygen masks dropped - oh, and someone in first class spilt their coffee - the Mail's headline is: "EVERYONE WAS SCREAMING. KIDS WERE CRYING... WE THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO DIE.""

(http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/magazinemonitor/2008/01/paper_monitor_346.shtml)

I love the Daily Mail sometimes, I really do. I feel dirty for saying it but that was bloody fantastic.

skt is gay