Oh my God, I'm dead!

I was reading The Independent online this morning and the story about the increased prevalence of breast cancer. Skimming through the little paragraphs at the end of the article describing the various risk factors, I read the following:

Growing Alcohol Consumption

Drinking among women is increasing and the risk rises by 7 per cent for each drink consumed daily

So, even with my otherwise relatively low risks, I'm dead, or at least guaranteed breast cancer. I'm no statistician, true. But they don't really mean what they said there. And I know it. I just hope it hasn't freaked anyone out.

Early Outing for the Hooded Man

On the wireless, so it'll be so much prettier, on Sunday we have Bergerac as Robin Hood. Much riding through the glen in an elderly Triumph, then?

And today's useless piece of trivia is that Mr Nettles also appeared in Robin of Sherwood.