3 things that made me go aaaaargh in the paper today...

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The new pink pound: The tweenage mag market is growing ever stronger on a diet of princesses, ponies, pals and puzzles. Aaaaaaargh! The pink! The pink! The sparkles! Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

Well, I sort of knew this already: the press, sceptical about anything politicians say or do, becomes credulous when faced with medicine. Boy do they become credulous.

And if anyone can explain to me exactly what Germaine is getting at in today's column, I shall be grateful. Brayne haz dumb from the headline A muse's job is to penetrate the male artist and bring forth a work from the womb of his mind onwards.

And on a lighter and less fraught headbanging note, Nancy Sinatra wishes she had been a bad girl: well, the boots song, 'I just wonder did you ever...' and 'Summer Wine' certainly gave everyone who listened to them that impression (in the very best of ways), no?

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A muse's job is to penetrate the male artist and bring forth a work from the womb of his mind onwards. cringes- I don't want to know what she was thinking.