The Daily Telegraph has clearly decided of late that, whilst the world is in meltdown all around us, and Fred the Shred is running off with even more money than the Van team can spend on chocolate brownies, we could all do with a little light relief.
How altruistic of them.
In just the past couple of weeks, there have been several stories that have made the front page which, in other circumstances, might have been buried slightly further into the paper.
We’ve had the “doodling improves your performance” piece – based on an epiphany experienced by one of the ‘research’ team during a particularly dull meeting, per chance?
Then we had the crucial Stateside news that we’ve all been waiting for: not Obama’s massive economic stimulus package; not that diplomatic relations have been restored with Iran. No. The Obamas’ pooch of choice is a Portuguese Water Dog. Crucial stuff.
And, naturally, it’s important that space is left on the front page of any major national broadsheet to give an admirable amount of coverage to any study that details why “women cannot read maps and men lose their keys”. You can argue all you want that it’s down to differences in evolutionary traits. I say the latter is just poor organisation (and the former’s not true anyway).
But, in spite of these stories, which did provide a little diversion from the fact that unemployment’s rising, the value of savings is falling, and we may as well all give up now, there has been one front page that’s firmly caught my eye.
The story’s not ground-breaking; it’s not new; it’s not even something we’re not aware of.
But that doesn’t mean that the fact that people who look like their dogs always amuse. And if that makes us forget, momentarily, that on Fred Goodwin’s pension, we could keep the Van team in brownies for at least a fortnight, that’s no bad thing.
