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Is the election getting you down? Fed up with hearing from politicians? Now you too can plant one on Prescott...with no fear of his left-hook. Yes, you can splat your least favourite MPs with virtual eggs and ripe, red tomatoes by going to www.panlogic.co.uk and clicking on "splat the MP". Go on, have a go... if you think you're hard enough!
And if you prefer drinking to throwing things (or maybe Just before you throw things) you can whip up our cocktail of the week, dreamed up by the owner of a Hampshire wine bar. Known as Prescott Punch, it's a hard hitting combination of brandy, milk and a raw egg.
Film boffins at the Cannes film festival have given an interesting spin on the dangers of road haulage. The French film Trouble Every Day is a gruesome psychodrama about a scientist performing dangerous experiments on the human libido.
Enter Beatrice Dalle, the mad professor's wife. The Gallic sex symbol, known as La Grande Bouche (the Big Mouth) tucks into her latest role with gusto, picking up truck drivers and devouring them, literally. This magical mystery tour, however, isn't explicit or violent, insists its makers. "It's about desire and how close the kiss is to the bite." International drivers, you have been warned!
Asylum seekers come from far and wide. One of the latest examples of illegal entry is the heart-wrenching tale of a stowaway who sneaked into a shipping container on a rough ride from Israel to Hams Hall Freight Depot near Coleshill, Warwickshire. The hapless immigrant survived by licking condensation from the walls of the container holding sandpits and paddling pools. Officials took pity and want him adopted. But there's the small matter of the £800 quarantine bill for the castaway cat, says the RSPCA.
"Down Under" took on a whole new meaning recently when a truck load of beer fell into a river near Sydney, prompting a diving frenzy by thirsty Australians. Dozens of people apparently donned scuba diving equipment, all angling for the 24,000 bottles that were chilling at the bottom of the river at Tweed Heads. According to reports, one man's trawl alone amounted to about 400 bottles. Could this be the start of booze cruises in the region?