Unintentional Irony?

He teaches courses in constitutional law and creative writing ...

Here.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire"?

This is just going to be a bunch of ageing Trots accusing each other of manifest splitterism, isn't it?

Mr Sheridan told Miss Kane:

• "You made that up"
• "You have lied throughout your testimony."

But Ms Kane told him: "I never lied then and I'm not lying now."

Err, yup, seems to be ...

I know jailing them all for invincible ignorance (or socialism, but I repeat myself) is inappropriate but it would be so much fun ...

Update: I seem to have better luck predicting Trot stupidity than the lottery numbers:

Ms Curran to Mr Sheridan - "Liar, liar pants on fire? Is that your defence in the whole of this?"

BBC: Questions with simple answers

Vanessa Feltz lives without the internet. How?

Vanessa Feltz told me that when listeners send e-mails to vanessa@bbc.co.uk her team has to print them out for her to read. So maybe they can now print out this blog post for her.

The internet is a time saving (well, potentially, anyway) and capability enhancing collection of technologies. Having a support team - whether you are rich, important or both - fulfils an equivalent function.

Irrelevant thought of the Day

With the MilliYounger now in charge, which do we have? "ZapuLabour" or the "Movement for Democratic Hopey-Changeyness"?

Utterly Magnificent Nonsense

Here. A sample:

Starlight from the most distant galaxy can reach earth on the fourth day of the Creation Week when the correct relativistic synchrony convention is employed.

Will fisk later.

Symptomatic of the BBC Bias

What could £113m lottery win buy society?

Rather less than the BBC's £177 million annual spend on online services. Well, why not?

That Donald Trump Degree Citation

In full, perhaps the style of a well known magazine ...

We, the Senate and Faculty of Robert Gordon's Hospital (1) (but definitely not Mrs Forbes, Prof Kennedy or Councillor Ford), do, in the hope that you will shower us with millions of your beneficent and most deserved spondulicks (2), endow you with the degree of Doctor of Planning Laws (And How to Get Around Them) and, not being one of those heathen southern universities, will not disturb thy exalted wigginess by bopping you on the bonce with a pair of Knox's shabby chinos.

1. Well, yes, but we are a university now.

2. Or, if you can't quite manage that, a corporate membership at the Club would be quite nice.

or, something like that.

Edited to add: and, yes, they have indeed done a pig-Latin version.