I’m not sure which depresses me more; this, or this?
The former shows how many colour printers secretly print yellow dots to tell The Man the serial number of your printer and the time and date of printing.
In the latter a journalist called Michael Henderson kicks John Peel’s rotting corpse 4 years after his death. Way to go. Next week I’m sure he’ll be pissing all over Jeff Buckley (“HE NEVER GREW UP!”) and taking a dump on John Smith (“HE STAGED HIS OWN DEATH TO AVOID THE TOUGH DECISIONS OF GOVERNMENT!”). Tosser.
You can tell from the painfully verbose opening paragraph of the Telegraph article that it’s not worth reading. He’ll be telling us next that the children singing on Pink Floyd’s The Wall do, in fact, need an education because they just used a double-negative actually and the teacher would be very wise to not leave those kids alone.