The BBC? I take it all back
Monday, August 2nd, 2004 07:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranthRecently I was complaining* to someone (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_flay? Obviously the BBC is all his fault) about stories on the BBC website being left hanging, like bad serialisations, with ne'er a resolution in sight. What, I wanted to know, had happened to the sturgeon?
Back in June, someone in Wales caught a 9-foot sturgeon worth £8,000. He took it to Plymouth market to sell it -- estimated value £8,000 -- but then the police moved in.
According to a medieval law (no wonder the colonials think we're quaint) all sturgeon belong to the Queen. So he had to ask the Queen if she actually wanted a dead, 9-foot, slightly past sell-by fish.
"No, no, it's quite all right," said the Palace (by fax) with almost unseemly haste. "You keep it. Wouldn't want to deprive you."
Then the police started on about protected species. And meanwhile, the fish disappeared. And the BBC stopped updating the news page about it.
And then, as it turns out, it reappeared. ("officers regained possession of the huge fish at an undisclosed location on Friday.")
And now it has gone to the great Marine Gallery in theSky Natural History Museum. Though it is probably past its best, so I should not think wistfully of it as I consume my fish-in-a-tube.
Nicola Sturgeon, of the Scottish National Party, is no relation. In fact she might even be regarded, search-wise, as a red herring.
*chokes on own wit, and not before time*
Back to ever-so-slightly-more-relevant stuff.
But while consolidating a month's worth of vaguely SF-related links into a rambling, pointless news column (it is the silly season, after all) I discovered that Chris de Burgh has his own Alien. No, I'm not joking.
Ooops, I seem to be displacing.
"yes, really
mr_flay? Obviously the BBC is all his fault) about stories on the BBC website being left hanging, like bad serialisations, with ne'er a resolution in sight. What, I wanted to know, had happened to the sturgeon? Back in June, someone in Wales caught a 9-foot sturgeon worth £8,000. He took it to Plymouth market to sell it -- estimated value £8,000 -- but then the police moved in.
According to a medieval law (no wonder the colonials think we're quaint) all sturgeon belong to the Queen. So he had to ask the Queen if she actually wanted a dead, 9-foot, slightly past sell-by fish.
"No, no, it's quite all right," said the Palace (by fax) with almost unseemly haste. "You keep it. Wouldn't want to deprive you."
Then the police started on about protected species. And meanwhile, the fish disappeared. And the BBC stopped updating the news page about it.
And then, as it turns out, it reappeared. ("officers regained possession of the huge fish at an undisclosed location on Friday.")
And now it has gone to the great Marine Gallery in the
Nicola Sturgeon, of the Scottish National Party, is no relation. In fact she might even be regarded, search-wise, as a red herring.
*chokes on own wit, and not before time*
Back to ever-so-slightly-more-relevant stuff.
But while consolidating a month's worth of vaguely SF-related links into a rambling, pointless news column (it is the silly season, after all) I discovered that Chris de Burgh has his own Alien. No, I'm not joking.
Ooops, I seem to be displacing.
"yes, really
