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The fashion police have been out in force in the West-Midlands. Bobbies have been given sensible underwear advice. Political Correctness gone mad blah blah. One Policeman said "this is a slap in the cheek". A brief statement was released stating that the police wish to present a professional image.
What? Casinos are rigged? Jesus Christ, we have to do something! No wait, this is the real world. Turns out that people at poker sites have been swindled, not by the online casino for once though, specifically Pokerstars are the 'victims', returning bucket-loads of money won unfairly in poker games.
Google Instants, so you can get on with life. I have three independant eyes, one for looking at what i type, one to see what results come up while i type and another to keep my eye on the ball.
According to the latest figures, the bookbusters rentals are down, with only a third of people having visited the library in the last year. Naturally everyone with one of those thumb things is shouting the death of the book from the rooftops, with one suggestion to magically solve the problem is to put libraries into places such as the supermarket and pubs. Given that books are marginally more tasty than kebabs, I'd expect it to be an instant hit. In reality all that is going to happen is books are going to get lost in nightclub toilets.
This isn't a new suggestion, although originally it was applied to doctors, presumably the doc would write you a prescription of sprouts or tesco brand paracetamol and you would be on your way. The problem is that none of it really tackles the problem of why people do not go, they just provide a looming grey figure, like a bailiff on body and soul.
Fact of the matter is that a growing majority of people don't want to read books any more. Many have bad experiences from all those paper-cuts. The problem is that books read at school aren't very accessible, lumbering behemoths of themes and imagery that need respecting by someone genuinely interested.
In closing, good books make me feel worthless and bad books leave me with a hollow sense of wishing you could give the writer an encyclopaedic enema for duping you into reading it. The only way I've found to avoid them is looking at who wrote the review, some magazines will love anything in exchange for chocolate, while others will point and laugh.