A big fat helping of incredulity

One was unbelievable, but two has turned my perception of reality on its head.

Second, this story’s been deemed interesting enough to make the front pages of a number of newspapers.

When I hear of a celebrity’s alleged infidelity I generally feel a bit sorry for the wife’s unwilling role in the midst of a media circus, and then get back to thinking about serious things, like “how come it is 2008 and
I haven’t got a job in space?�.

Third, and most distressing, is the downfall of the benevolent high street stalwart, Woolworths.

It never seemed to trade or advertise aggressively, sold good-quality merchandise at sensible prices (okay, that might be pushing it a bit, but it sold excellent lasagne dishes for 3.99), was happy to be slightly rubbishy and featured heavily in the childhood of millions.

Obviously these retail tactics were never going to cut it in a capitalist environment, where the mantra is “sell cheap tat cheaply, but not so cheaply that it is actually worth it�.

Ask any Joe on the street what they think about Woolies’ demise and they will probably respond with end-of-an-era style grief.

And the final piece of outrageous news: I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here is back, and everyone is surprised that Timmy Mallet’s an unbearable knob.

What? Did these people sleep through the '80s?

Did they not see Wacaday? And did they nap through the part of 1990 when Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini was in the charts? Honestly.

Let’s hope for a more sensible week next week.