That was much faster than I had anticipated. I wonder if his profile will be released soon, I want to see if my wild speculations came anywhere close to accurate.
Update: his name is Tom Stephens, he’s a supermarket worker (what’s that? Does he pack the bags? Grab the trolleys?), and knew Tania Nicol, Annette Nichols, and Gemma Adams (at least that’s the impression I’ve got). He has a MySpace page (via The Guardian, I knew MySpace was evil). He may have been involved in an earlier murder.
No information other than that, if there’s forensic evidence that links him to the crimes, I’m sure we’ll hear all the gory details in due course.
Last night was the premiere of Born Equal, a film about the rich and the homeless in London. Neil had remarked that the sales pitch from the trailers made it sound like a UK version of Crash (the recent one, not the fetishistic one), and I’m grateful it didn’t (really) end up that way.
And Colin Firth was in it. Squee.
It’s a real shame that Robert Carlyle is so typecast. That does not mean he wasn’t good but I wish he would play different characters. But then I don’t know if I would then say, “But he’ll always be Begbie to me,” kind of like how Rupert Grint will always be Ron Weasley, even though he was playing someone different (in Driving Lessons, also on last night so I missed it).
Seeing Take That is a good enough reason for me to sit through the final episode of The X Factor.
Iran is Where Holocaust denial is welcomed. I’m definitely not a Zionist or pro-Israel or anything, I’m not anti-Semitic either. I don’t care what your religion is as long as you are a good person and do the best you can (and not hurt anyone in the process). I’ve read enough books to be as sure as anyone (who didn’t directly experience it) that the Holocaust happened. Perhaps the attendees of the ‘conference’ have a very different definition of what Holocaust means when it comes to this particular religious group.
While Israel exists, the enemy of the enemy is my friend, I suppose. I do find it hard to believe that these Holocaust deniers of various extremist religious interpretations would actually ever get along if it wasn’t for this common ridiculous hate.
A regulated area = safety in numbers: “Prostitutes in Ipswich are being given money by police and drug workers to stop them risking their lives by touting for business on the streets, it emerged yesterday.” — Ipswich prostitutes are paid to stay off streets
iliketotallyloveit.com — like digg, but cuter.
I agree completely: “On the Internet, you’re anonymous. Since you don’t have to face the person you’re dumping on, you don’t see any reason to display courtesy.” — Whatever Happened to Online Etiquette?
I haven’t updated the Advent Calendar today because I was at the office Christmas party last night and was too tired when I got home. This morning I wasn’t feeling chipper enough to to my lightning-fast log on, upload, and log off magic trick. So, to the two people who actually look at it, sorry.
How magnificent is fresh salsa? I love the flavour of lime and cilantro (and I never used to like cilantro) and the bite the jalapeño peppers give. Er, and the tomatoes.
“Salsa Fresca” or “Pico de Gallo” is easy to make, especially because it requires no cooking. Just be careful when handling the chilies.
Maybe if I ever feel the urge to prepare an appetiser (baby steps, let’s start with ‘no cook’ before I get to ‘cook’), I’ll do fresh salsa and corn chips. Right now I’ll settle for Doritos ‘hot’ salsa.