This blog is starting to become formulaic. The pattern seems to be something like this:
Step 1: your author reads something in the paper that annoys him
Step 2: your author rushes to the keyboard and, frothing at the mouth, pens words of savagery that they make Jonathan Swift and Martial look like Godfrey Winn
Step 3: your author collapses unconscious over the keyboard in a puddle of sweat and spittle; passers-by revive him, which they know can be done by forcing drops of armagnac through his clenched teeth
Today, because I'm a little behind in my newspaper reading, I looked at an Observer article on the 2,500th anniversary of the battle of Marathon. Interesting enough, and the line that Pandareou, described as 'avidly fit', will only run about nine miles raised a smile. But it is not the 2500th anniversary this year, but next, as the Marathon2500 project recognises.
All journalists should be made to write this out 2500 times:
'There was no year 0 BC/AD. the year 1 BC was followed directly by the year 1 AD'