Fiction vs. reality, and fiction wins

If you want an illustration of the way things are today (TM), you can’t do better than to walk into Waterstones Piccadilly. I went in there at lunchtime looking for a book about Papal elections (this one), and I couldn’t find a copy on the shelves. This was not because they had sold out through demand.

What was on the shelves, by the hundreds and on a special half-price offer? The bloody Da Vinci Code, of course.

Cab driver logic

Great vox pop on Newsnight earlier today, from some random punter in Leicester:

I’m not a racist, but I just think there are too many coloureds.

Coming soon to a voter near you – “I’m not a Liverpool supporter, but I’ve dyed my hair red, named my child Milan Baros, and I want You’ll never walk alone played at my funeral.”