So I'm tracing back an article on energy-trading, speculation and carbon becoming a new category of sub-prime investment -as you do on Saturday morning, I lead a riveting existence- but, while scrolling down trying to look for sources, what do I come across? Well, this: Men smell of cheese and women of onions. Needless to say I immediately click on it (given the prominent place onions seem to be getting on this blog it could make for interesting reading).
The article starts thus: "Little girls may be made of sugar and spice and all things nice, but their armpits smell of onions."
It is official now, when it comes to my onions, I haven't got a bleeding clue. The mighty Internet never ceases to... amaze me? I am logging off and popping out of the house to get the printed papers. Much less disconcerting, methinks!