Not much to shout about in the news lately. Poor young Baby P, an investigation into the handling of the inquiry into the Home Office leaks which led to the arrest of Tory MP Damian Green and some stereotypical story about artificial intelligence and whizz kids.
Pish, pish and pish.
Otherwise there is the fall out after the terrorist attack in Mumbai. Couple of points of interest here. The changing of the name from Bombay to Mumbai. Anyone that gives it the Istanbul - Constantinople crap is slavering keich. The name was changed by the Indian government in a PR exercise because they didn't want to tempt terrorists but would rather promote childhood consumerism. Unfortunately the plan back fired, blew up in their face and more than one mum or two got pissed off with nagging bairns.
Second point is that New Delhi is giving Islamabad pelters and spoiling for a bit of a scrap, even more than usual. This took me back to my student days in the '90s when I worked in the knitwear department of a large department store on Princes Street. Bear with me, it was the first day of the January sales and the place was pandimonium. People were fighting over stuff. In one incident two asian women were fighting over a woolly jumper. Turns out it was an Indian woman against a Pakistani woman. How could I tell? They were fighting over cashmere.
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