I've heard tell that London has the best newspapers in the world. I'll take that a step further. It has the best newspaper in the world.
Today's edition of the Daily Mail was like a John Fowles novel. I couldn't put it down.
It began with a front page featuring photos of five men who at one point in time had enjoyed Princess Di's favours. Miffed that the editor had omitted my photo from the list, (they probably ran out of room), I continued to page 2 where there was a story about the Munchkins, the dwarfs who starred in the Wizard of Oz. Apparently, Judy Garland dated one of these little people (now there's an image worth preserving) and ended the affair due to his outrageous behavior. "They got smashed every night and the police used to scoop them up in butterfly nets." According to the story, "depravity and wild sexual propositions - including wild dwarf sex parties" were the order of the day during the filming of this children's classic.
Then on to page 3 where a male heterosexual army officer stands accused of trying to convert a lesbian army officer by bragging of his manhood and ....you can guess the rest.
That was only after 3 pages.
Unlike most rags I've seen (like the Toronto Sun), this one actually uses words that no one ever uses any more. When describing a man who weighed 29 stone (whatever that is) and was attempting to sit in one airplane seat, the newspaper declared "they accommodated his corpulence". Speaking of which, I thought it highly pretentious of the Tube announcer to declare that "one must alight at the next stop to board the Piccadilly train". Alight? Give me a break. Who do they think they are?
After a Diana Brigg play at the Old Vic (the address is simply The Cut) that was terrific, we're off to Ghana in an hour or two!