I'm joining that religion! We're all saved! Saved by a creature who's spit rots flesh! Saved!

A woman with two wombs gave birth to triplets. Two from one side, and one from the other.

Would they really be triplets, though, in one sense? I mean, she clearly has twins, but I'm wondering if the other baby who developed from a separate egg and sperm cell in a separate womb would not be identical in resemblance to the other two, who are going to look just like each other, you know? Identical twins have identical DNA patterns. Fraternal twins result when two eggs are independently fertilized by two sperm cells, yes? So really, the girl who developed in her own womb and was conceived via a separate egg and sperm cell is really a fraternal twin (or fraternal sibling, if you will) to the other two, who are themselves identical twins. Whew!

Gonna make for a great story as they get older, though!

They would be fraternal triplets. Triplet refers only to the number of babies born at once, not to how genetically similar they are. There have been those cases of twins born with different fathers because of in vitro mistakes.

A school in Exeter has been forced to apologise after a teacher told a class of nine and ten-year-olds that Father Christmas did not exist.

For goodness sake - do 10 year olds really believe in Santa? Seriously? Or am I too jaded and cynical?

Researchers capture giant squid.

"Only" twenty-four feet long. Apparently giant squids can get up to 60 feet long, which is pretty disturbingly honking huge. Pretty nifty.

I believed in Santa until I was about ten. That is until I got a gift from him that had a pricetag on it. But my parents were pretty good about letting me believe until I was ready to not believe, if that makes any sense. One year I got a Barbie doll and there was sawdust in the bottom of the box, obviosuly from Santa's workshop. So that was pretty concrete evidence for my six year old self. My sister, who will soon be 26, still swears she saw Santa one Christmas when she was four.

Actually I've changed my views about the cynicism of modern children since reading this article about North Pole, Alaska where apparently 6th graders find out the truth about Santa when they discover they have to answer letters written to him. Clearly I need to be a bit more careful with my nephews tomorrow than I had anticipated (can I do this and still get the credit for the splendid remote-controlled Dalek they're getting?)

Since you didn't get one for me, no.

If only you'd been my Secret Santee, tothemax...

It's not too late! Or too early! Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme!

Hm-hm, hm-hm-hm-hm ...

Oh, sorry. You were creating a segue into an Abba song and I got pulled in.

Oh, Mr. I. What are we going to do with you?

tothemax, don't think I don't know what lawyer's hourly rates are! Just treat yourself!

BTW, OT but did you cry at the end of Doomsday. Or are you totally dead inside ?(as some of us have always suspected!)