Today just gets better and better...

Remember Lonely Hearts Columns? Well, while surfing the old Grauniad, I came across this wonderful pearl: http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/jan/24/london-review-books-personal-ads

People are really going for it with these. Sod GSOH, this is my favourite:

I vacillate wildly between a number of archetypes including, but not limited to, Muriel Spark witticism-trading doyenne, Mariella Frostrup charismatic socialite, brooding, intense Marianne Faithful visionary, and kleptomaniac Germaine Greer amateur upholsterer and ladies' league darts champion. Woman, 43. Everything I just said was a lie. Apart from the bit about darts. And kleptomania. Great tits though. Box no. 2236.

and...

If intense, post-fight sex scares you, I'm not the woman for you (amateur big-boned cage wrestler, 62). Box no. 8744.

It just goes to show the old printed word can be more intriguing. Red marker pens at the ready...

The World's Best Letter of Complaint

In these wet and gloomy London days it takes a lot to raise a smile. However, my good husband was kind enough to send me the funniest article I have read all year (fair enough it's only day 27 into 09, still...).

Decide for yourselves.

Does this make you chuckle?
http://timesnews.typepad.com/news/2009/01/apparently-sir-richard-branson-thevirgin-bossthought-this-was-the-funniestletter-of-complaint-hed-ever-received------dear.html