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BBC: Austrians refuse bail for Irving

Austrian authorities have refused bail for British historian David Irving, who is facing Holocaust denial charges.

Mr Irving, 67, was arrested on 11 November in connection with two speeches he gave in Austria in 1989.

Erm, no, I think you'll find that simply isn't the case: David Irving never denied the Holocaust, he was not arrested in Austria, his non-arrest did not happen on 11th November, he is not 67, and, when he didn't deny the Holocaust, it definitely wasn't in 1989.

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No more heroes

Literary Review: The World's Most Famous Failure

[Scott of the Antarctic's] Message to the Public was an exemplar of national grit. "Had we lived," he wrote, "I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman." He kept it up until the famous last line: "It seems a pity but I do not think I can write any more"…

The whole script can be found in the latest edition of Scott's diary published by OUP, Journals: Captain Scott's Last Expedition. Ably introduced and edited by Max Jones, this is the full, unexpurgated thing. Scott, it seems, made a lot of rude comments about his companions that were suppressed when the diary was first published in 1913. At the same time, editors augmented his suffering by the rather transparent ploy of changing plus temperatures to minus.

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Mouse complex

Letter to New Scientist:

Sir,

To cite the fact that humans and mice have roughly the same number of genes as evidence that "the number of genes does not correlate with an organism's complexity" [The Word, 19-Nov-05] is to cast a terrible slur on our rodent cousins. We might be more intelligent than mice, but why should intelligence be the prime measure of complexity? There are dozens of species of mouse, which have evolved all manner of complex lifestyles. By comparison, our single-species human monoculture seems decidedly primitive.

Richard Carter

See also: Sex

Nice one, Bruce!

National Geographic: Aussie Cats to be Kept Indoors, New Rules Propose

…The new law, currently being debated by the capital's Legislative Assembly, would require all house cats in the soon-to-be-built Canberra suburbs of Forde and Bonner to stay indoors or in fenced backyards.

Cat owners moving into the new suburbs would need to have their pets implanted with microchip identification tags. If the animals are found outside the fences, owners would face up to a thousand Australian dollars in fines.

That's the way to do it.

RSS Feeds

On a technical note, as of this morning, the Gruts website offers a small number of RSS feeds.

If you don't know what an RSS feed is, I wouldn't worry about it too much: they're pretty nerdy—but they're pretty cool as well.

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Taggart team challenge

email to Stense:

S T E N S E !

Do you ever watch Taggart? What am I talking about? With your TV connections, you're probably on Christmas-card terms with half the cast and crew.

I don't watch Taggart. Not really. Jen watches it as a no-brainer way of unwinding at the end of a busy week. So it's on in the room while I'm there, but I'm not really watching it; I'm usually playing on my computer exercising my mind a bit more constructively.

Occasionally, however, little snippets of Taggart slip through my firewall and into my consciousness. Like, last week, it turned out that the motive of the person murdering all these poor women was to prove that his convicted murderer son was innocent. The logic was, if murders with the same modus operandi continued to be committed after the son had been locked up, the police would have to accept that they had put away the wrong man. Totally bonkers or what? I'm glad I don't live in Glasgow, with psychopaths like that walking the streets. Or is it Edinburgh? Same difference.

Anyhow, the other thing I noticed about Taggart last week was a totally fantastic line, delivered in a deep, Scotch accent. It was just perfect. It went as follows:

"THAS BIN A MUHRRR-DUHRRR!"

Bloody brilliant! For a moment, I wondered if it was intended as a tribute to the recent Lord of the Rings film trilogy, where Gandalf the Gay and Co. insisted on referring to the Land of Mordor (where the Shadows lie) as "MOHRRR-DOHRRR!", but then I realised, no, that's just how they speak up in Scotland: "THAS BIN A MUHRRR-DUHRRRR!" Magic mustard! You don't get much better lines than that, do you?

So, anyway, Stense, it then occurred to me that you are a bit of a Scotch TV directrix in your spare time. Who knows, some day soon, you might find yourself directing a scene in which a murder is announced. Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to make sure that whoever makes the announcement does so with the following classic line:

"THAS BIN A MUHRRR-DUHRRRR!"

…but here's the subtle twist: the person delivering the line has to be holding a banana carrot as they do so. A bottle of finest malt whisky and a vegetarian haggis to you, should you complete the challenge within five years of this date.

What do you say? Are you up for it? More to the point, do you accept the challenge?

Go for it, mate!

Ri xx

P.S. So that there is a formal record of my challenge, I am going to post a copy of this email on my website. Don't worry, though, I'll edit out the joke about your rash.

Roll reversal

Mum: Sorry about the new loo paper.
Dad: Why? What's wrong with it?
Mum: It's not the usual stuff. It's rubbish. It is by Dulux, though.
Dad: Dulux?
Mum: I don't mean Dulux; I mean Andrex.

Careful, mum: you don't want to paint over the cracks.

Ready when you are, Mr Patel

Jen's nephew set off a year-long, round-the-world trip last week. This evening, we received our first email. He's in India, and has already landed himself a movie part: western tourist no. 3.

Next stop, Hollywood.

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