Edvard Munch’s The Scream. OK, it does have something about it. If you happen to be drunk, on a diet of sweet-smelling oriental herbs or four years old. That someone would pay nigh on $120,000,000 (that’s right, one-hundred and twenty million dollars) for one of four similar pieces is just insane
Having read this story I was going to write a short piece on our traveller/gypsy/pikey friends again, but thought better of it when I found this short but excellent piece by Telegraph blogger James Delingpole.
Well, it finally looks as though the game is up for the Libyan Colonel… No more stories of farting in tents, oversized “Afrika” bling-bling and armies of Italian callgirls being recruited into some ideological Qu’ran-wielding army. Oh well, one didn’t expect the comedy to last for long.
Sometimes you have to wonder how the online newspapers are able to roll out the glut of stories that land on their desk – or in their email inbox. In the old days, there would be a strict editorial process and a fight amongst the hacks to get their story on the following day’s printed […]