I thought it was about time I posted another of Frodo's travel pictures. As you will recall, Frodo is not a Hobbit in this instance but my Mother-in-Law's dog. He has a knack for turning up in odd places and a still odder manner of finding someone around to document it.

This time, ol' Frodo has been to the Antarctic, to Weddell Sea to be exact. The penguins are, he says, all very friendly though they all seem to be called Horace which only serves to compound his confusion at their unvarying appearance.

A couple of days ago, a Polish plane crashed in Russia killing the Polish President, his wife, 86 other functionaries including all the military chiefs (Chief of Staff and Commanders of the Army, Navy and Air Force) various politicians and clergymen and aides of all kinds, besides all that, 8 crew members. 96 folks in all, a real tragedy. According to the local newspapers, folks on the internet are cashing in - selling black t-shirts with tasteless slogans, or odd internet domain names. OK, I know that's all in poor taste but wait.... what about the journalists who spent time looking for such things in order to complain about them loudly in the pages of their respective publications? Who stands to make more money? The guy selling shirts or the guy selling papers about guys selling shirts? Hmm? Who is the lowest slime? The guy cashing in on other folks' misfortune or the guy drawing everyone's attention to him when normally nobody would even notice him? Hmm? Come on journo's.... get in touch with the warm and sensitive human being lurking somewhere deep inside your tattered and bloodied souls and give everyone a break. At times like this, the least the victims' families are going to want is you, dragging their hardships around the market square and yelling "Read all about it" through your tabloid megaphones.

I bet none of you are called Horace.