Best story I have read for a while.
A woman in Australia gave birth to twins very prematurely, both babies only weighing 2lbs. The girl baby lived but the woman was told that her baby boy was showing no signs of life and instead of the baby being taken to intensive care with his sister was handed to the mother and father for them to say their goodbyes. Distraught the mother took off the blanket that the baby was wrapped in and placed him on her chest and she and the father began talking to him and saying their goodbyes. The baby was making gasping noises to which the mother was told that this was reflexes until after more kisses and talking the baby started breathing more regularly. The doctor amazed tested the baby’s chest and found a regular heart beat – he was once again alive!
The Aussies call this sort of skin to skin contact with babys ‘kangaroo touch’ and in this case this theory worked for one very lucky couple.

Just to put it out there that I find the majority of the people they let into Big Brother vile.
But Big Brother is sincerely scraping the barrel now. I haven’t watched the past couple of series because it turned into utter tosh but listening on the radio the other day I was incredibly puzzled. The winner from this year’s BB is now in a house with ‘celebrities’ (in the loosest term). Amongst the names are Coolio, Ulrika Johnson, Preston from the Ordinary Boys and a host of old contestants from previous ‘normal’ Big Brothers.  What the heck! I know Big Brother eventually turned into a show for people who had aspirations of ‘get famous quick’ schemes but this is ridiculous. Old contestants who are still fame hungry and ‘celebrities’ who have nothing better to do! Thankfully this is the last Big Brother EVER and we can all get back to watching something that resembles sane and entertaining television.

The Sun newspaper is my source of amusing headlines! I love this story about the honeymoon couple who arrived home to find a 7ft python in their bathroom. They returned home from their honeymoon in America to a note from their neighbour saying that a pet snake had escaped but not to worry as it was very tame and friendly. Jokingly the couple searched the house only to be confronted by a 7ft, green, dehydrated, grumpy python curled round the taps of their bath tub. He had gotten into the house via the bathroom toilet and subsequently drank all the water and then settled in. After contacting the pet’s owner the python was finally taken home. The couple said ‘they would dine out on this story for years’.

I hope I’m not the only one who is glad that the police and the RSPCA have finally got a name and address for the woman who put the cat in a wheelie bin! I watched the video of that woman sweeping up the cat and plonking it in a wheelie bin in utter amazement! What the heck was going through her head? When interviewed by the Sun she laughed out loud and admitted that she ‘really doesn’t see what everyone is getting so excited about – it’s just a cat’!!! Is this woman deranged? How does that thought cross your mind for 1 and 2 how (and why more importantly) would you act on that impulse!
On reflection I think the fact that some people have threatened to kill her is a bit of an overreaction and I’m glad the family who own the cat have urged people NOT to seek revenge but still I believe that this woman may need some sort of mental assessment!

I hate Simon Cowell and all he stands for and adores. There, now that is out of the way, I can at least attempt to be objective.

The Prince of Darkness himself has now been given even more credit for abusing our eyes and ears with his talentless wannabes by BAFTA who plan to give him an award for… well, being him.

They seem to wish to reward him for his contributions to the arts, which is pretty interesting since there are none. About the only thing he can claim to have actually had a positive impact on is the ratings of other TV channels with real content.

It just means the BAFTA has lost even more credibility.

Lou Reed. Some people may know him, most of them of the older persuasion. Well, this old rocker has decided, along with his wife, that the best step he can make in his career right now is to perform a gig entirely for the benefit of dogs.

Yes, this guy is clearly insane. But not as insane as his wife, who planned the whole thing. According to them, the gig will be mostly inaudible if you’re a human (which raises the question how do they know it is actually any good). The gig will take place outside the iconic Sydney Opera House in Australia and will last 20 minutes.

Regardless, they know it will succeed because they have a dog and it seems to like the music they’ve made. Allow me to keep my skepticism on this one.

The sun is shining, birds are singing and the wind is sighing through the trees. People are milling about, enjoying the pleasant weather and chit-chatting about something and nothing. If you haven’t already guessed, its a pretty slow news day.

Sure, there is stuff going on in politics, but I’ve had enough of politics for now so I can’t be bothered. Then there’s a massive argument over the (now ex-) FA chief saying the Spanish and Russians are all dirty cheating buggers, which they are.

But perhaps the biggest story I saw is that a dog was revitalised with Lucozade. The previously starving and dehydrated German Shepherd was on Death’s door when rescue centre staff gave him some fizzy energy drink. Lo and behold, it gave the dog energy. Aint science amazing.

Curse the English language. Its tricksy ways have caught me out on numerous occasions and it has just happened once more.

Unless you’ve been doing better things over the last month or so, you might know there was an election in the UK recently. The outcome of said election was far from clear and we’re still going through the arduous process of listening to politicians talk about coalitions and majorities and “mandates from the people” – all very enthralling stuff if you’re a rock.

Anyway, I digress. The point of my rant is that a hung parliament sounded cool. A call back to the times of the Tudors and Stewarts, dragging traitors through the streets by their figgin before hauling their now-detached heads on top of a shiny spike on the King’s house. But no – it just means that politicians get to have EVEN MORE dull, meaningless and utterly confusing discussions about sweet F.A. while the rest of us expire of boredom.

All I wanted was an MP or two hanging from Nelson’s Column. Was it really that much to ask!?

The volcano which has been erupting for the last few weeks in Iceland (and no, I wont spell it), causing huge amounts of travel disruption for those living in Europe, has now become a source of cash for Icelanders with an eye for a quick buck.

“But how?” I hear you cry. Well, those crazy buggers up north are selling volcanic ash by the jar to those individuals who simply must have a healthy supply of powered rock at all times. Yes, I don’t know either.

Apparently it is meant as a keepsake. You know, for those who live nowhere near a volcano yet will treat the whole event as if it happened in their back yard – Daily Mail readers are prime candidates I guess.

Still not sure what to make of it though – after all, the Icelanders need all the money they can get hold of right now with their banks all collapsing. And at the price they’re asking – £75 for 160 grams of ash – they’ll probably make enough!

Hugo Chavez, the insane leader of Venezuela is now on Twitter it would seem. Promising to ‘let loose’ and ’storm’ the social networks, he opened his Twitter account with a tweet about how he is going to Brazil on a trip. Wow.

In all seriousness though, the world should look out. Fidel Castro has had his memoirs and thoughts posted up on Twitter for a while now, where will it all end? Mahmoud Ahmadinejad on Facebook poking Obama? Would this be the new diplomatic medium in the future?

Either way, Chavez is probably gonna be putting out some dull tweets. This is a man who can lecture people over TV for over 8 hours straight with no breaks – he’s hardcore.