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Required reading for anyone who intends to write on the Internet.

I heard about this case on the BBC Newspod podcast yesterday afternoon and it just seemed like so much American-style Christianity. Sanctimonious, full of hubris, and an almost sociopathic belief in the rightness of only one opinion. But it seems that while the case is being brought forward as a human-rights issue, the real reason is something more sinister.

According to research carried out by the Ministry of Truth blog, Lydia Playfoot’s family is involved in a business franchise promoting the sale of these purity rings and it could be imagined that they are more worried about losing their client base than about any real religious reason.

Have your own beliefs if you want to, but don’t try and use religion in order to sell what amounts to something Elizabeth Duke wouldn’t even stock.

I’m moving to Laois or Offaly just so I can vote for this guy. His election song shows that Irish politics isn’t just about brown paper envelopes and tribunals.

And it comes. With a. Real. Computer. Keyboard.

Even dating has taken on a more temporal quality now that David Tennant has taken over as the tenth incarnation of The Doctor.

In Nine and a Half Minutes by Appignanesi & Manson-Smith, a short published on the BBC Film Network he stars as a bloke on a blind date to see a move that becomes an entire relationship before the curtain has even risen. Cute, funny, and devastatingly true to life.

Looks like Tom Baker is going to be the voice of SMS on U.K. telephones. The veteran of Dr. Who, Little Britain, and insane voice over fame has recorded his voice to be used when a text message is sent to a B.T. landline.

This doesn’t mean that he’s sitting on a reception desk waiting for texts to come in, as Wrangler thought, but he has recorded 11,593 phrases which will be combined by the magic of computer.

From a friend:

So this 17 year old German boyband member was involved in a bit of a controversy. He was at a nightclub, disappeared into the toilets with another bloke and started sucking his cock. This came to light because some guy in the next cubicle took pictures, and then blackmailed him (he’s since been arrested).

Here is a picture of him on the cover of a magazine for an unrelated story. It has an… unfortunate caption.

Remind me never to think a 9.15pm flight from Dublin will get me back at any kind of sensible hour. Remind me to always make sure I book a day off work after a holiday. Remind me to put toiletries in places where they can’t explode.

So I’ve made it back from Dublin in one piece, although I didn’t get in till 2am due to late flights, late bags, and late buses. Nothing has changed in two weeks apart from the fact that my house looks even more untidy despite the fact that no-one’s been in there for two weeks.

Ho hum. My Andrew Vincent album I ordered from Canada arrived and reminded me why I love independent labels. Not only did I get the CD I paid for, I got his earlier album, a badge, and a hand-written note expressing their hope that I enjoy. Not bad for what was only a fiver including postage.

I’m not dead. I’ve been back home in Dublin for the past week as I have to be in the bosom of my loving family every Christmas or the Air Corp would be sent to rescue me. So for it hasn’t been the Bachanalian orgy of wine and turkey that it normally is, rather a sedate, sensible drinking, a fair amount of food, and lots of telly watching.

Obviously it goes without saying that The Christmas Invasion was the highlight of Christmas Day and, having watched it a number of times, I think that David Tennant is going to be even better than Christopher Ecclestone.

Time to brave the Winter Sales now so happy Christmas to those of you who haven’t had it wished you and see you in 2006.