Don't mention it

We tried. We did. Each day, of course, innumerable events take place in the world; we scan as many as we can to find a fit subject for the penetrating analysis, illuminating presentation of wider context and trenchant comment that you have come to expect in this space.

We tried. We did. Each day, of course, innumerable events take place in the world; we scan as many as we can to find a fit subject for the penetrating analysis, illuminating presentation of wider context and trenchant comment that you have come to expect in this space.

Yesterday, we contemplated ordering Shell's chairman to toe the line on pay. We thought we might tackle the Budget. Or demand to know why we should foot the bill, pay the penalty, for Consignia's losses. Or urge an end to goalpost-moving over Europe. Or call for a period of healing anywhere you might care to look.

There were other fields, too. The decision of Russell Crowe to donate his brain to medical science is clearly significant; and the news that the earth's magnetic poles are swopping over.

Clearly some metatarsal might be drawn. Sorry, metaphor. No, it's no good, we can't go on. We are going to lie down in a darkened room, listen to Sven's CD and attempt distant healing. We advise you to join the rest of the nation and do the same.