The mad-cow death disease British cattle ban has been lifted! Now British cows can be sold to German wives again! Yes yes yes! Now perhaps my mother can do us up some real spag bol tonight.

The Germans were a little too obsessed with this whole mad cow thing - taking people's ham sandwiches off them at airports and that. No shame, no sense of incompletion. Where was I? Delirious I think. At least it's not from eating a spinal column in a bap.

Read this as a short distraction from the current Anglofritz hot potato - whether or not Sebastian is a genius or a knave. We here at Anglofritz see the two as two ends of the same magic wand, anyway. Now that I preside over the roost while Christy is thrusting himself deep into his native land, I like to think of myself as an uncle to these rising blog talents. Perhaps with little foundation, but who is really looking?