The CD of my enemy has been remaindered

In a week when the Rocking Vicar discovers the Oasis mountain, No Rock was wandering round Poundland and came across a whole rack of Alanis Morrisette CD singles, desperately on offer for a quid. It's not ironic in any way, but doubtless she'd think it was.

Bitch does Vicar

Internet now collapsing in on itself, say observers

Subtract (N and X)

As you'd expect, the rumours of the impending demise of Add N to X aren't as clear as you'd get when, say, Busted decide to call it a day and take up their future careers in the gentleman's entertainment business, but it does seem that the band have either canceled their future entirely, or are about to.

Talking of the days when the arclight of fame is taken down for the last time, we were much taken with the news in the ever-worthwhile rocking vicar mailout that Carl from Cud is now making his living selling wines in a branch of Oddbins, which is at least a better relationship with bargain wines than many of his former rock colleagues have.