The most depressing thing is that in none of the three cases did I think that my deathless prose was worth typing in again.
The world can probably do without my moral outrage at something I read in the Daily Mail which I read whilst waiting for a take-away at the Rice Box.
'If you can't do the time, don't do the crime', they say, and in similar spirit I guess they (whoever 'they' are) would say 'Don't read the Daily Mail if you're not prepared to read a deranged article about how some parents discovered their 15 year old daughter had had an abortion when they read the entry about it in her diary'.
Oh dear, I seem to have written about it anyway.
