Cannibalism

FRENCH FAMILIES TO SUE COMMANDERS WHO ATE VIP DINNER AS SOLDIERS DIED IN AMBUSH

I cannot look at this headline from today's Times without the uneasy feeling that somebody has eaten someone. Perhaps because a VIP dinner sounds like a steak supper.

I also want to know why there aren't more IPs.

I once sat in the VIP room in a nightclub in Stevenage. It was very small and there was a mouse in the corner.

O father, whereso'er thou be,

   Who pledgest now thy gallant son;

   A shot, ere half thy draught be done,

Hath stilled the life that beat from thee.

                    Tennyson - In Memoriam A.H.H.

Alfred Lawn Tennyson, Gentleman Poet