Sink Or Swim

Everyone's getting unnecessarily worked up this weekend over the 100th anniversary of the Titanic's ill-fated game of chicken with an iceberg. As a lot of the Titanic's equipment, including the enormous anchor, was made here in the Black Country, people are getting all misty-eyed and nostalgic about the days when there used to be actual jobs hereabouts.

Meanwhile, I'm getting bombarded with more Celine Dion than is advisable for the wellbeing of myself or the people in my immediate vicinity. I wouldn't mind so much if someone would give the woman a basic science lesson; she seems to be labouring under the misapprehension that her heart will go on and on. No it won't, Celine. It will stop at some point. Thankfully.