This story is fantastic: In 1914, a boy throws a tennis ball off the walls of Lincoln Cathedral and it sticks in a crevice. It is still there, and his family visits the Cathedral every year to point it out. Now, worried that it will be dislodged by cleaners, they'd like it back. The ball (which was completely unnoticed by Cathedral keepers) may be one of the oldest tennis balls in the UK.

Since when is donning a particular outfit at a fancy dress party (read: costume party) equated with actually advocating the ideas or lifestyle of the outfit? So if I wear a Viking costume, I am advocating the pillaging of monastaries in villages around the North Sea? If I dress as Henry VIII, I am advocating the "stripping of the altars" (with apologies to the Style Editor, our very own Henry VIII)? If I dress as Louis XIV, I am an advocate of divine right monarchy? Something tells me the "Harry as Nazi" controversy has little to do with the costume, and much to do with dislike of the British monarchy. As Blithering Bunny rightly adds: Wear a Che T-shirt and you're cool. Wear a Hitler T-shirt and you're a fascist.

One to make the eyes roll: California 8th graders are told strip-tease is a great career option.