Another Litvinenko Theory (And British Boobmania)

Dan Riehl tries to figure out how radioactive poison could be found at the sushi bar, and yet also be found back at the hotel, where Litvinenko had met the KGB guys earlier.

He postulates that the KGB guys poisoned him at the hotel, then planted more poison at the sushi bar (poison not intended for Litvinenko, but rather meant to be found by sharp cops) in order to cloud the time of the poisoning.

I don't buy it. I think the whole point here was to poison him with something believed undetectable, so the second "fake poisoning" seems unnecessary, given their plan.

I think either it was a double-poisoning -- two smaller doses given hours apart to keep him from falling over almost immediately after leaving the company of the two poisoners.

Or, simpler yet: Prof. Scaramello received the poison from the KGB guys at the hotel, in order to poison the ex-spy later at the sushi bar; in the transfer, some trace was left at the sushi bar.

Though if that's the case I'm confounded at why on earth the men delivering the poison to the actual assassin would put the spotlight on themselves by meeting Litvinenko hours earlier.

Okay, now that that crap you don't care about is out of the way:

A Page 3 girl, dubbed the second most beautiful in the world (how specific!), is all the rage in Britain, as well as in American lad-mags.

Keeley Hazell has a terrific pair of breasts. This, it would probably be wise to elucidate upfront, is not so much crude bloke conjecture as much as it is concrete fact. Courtesy of her assets, the woman has risen to the ranks of cultural phenomenon in just 18 months, in a manner many thought had gone out, if not quite with the ark, then certainly with the likes of Samantha Fox and Linda Lusardi. Her achievement is all the more remarkable when you consider that, due to the flourishing men's magazine market, there appear to be more topless women around these days than ever. Most remain entirely anonymous, but not Keeley. In 2004, having just turned 18, she won the Sun's "Page 3 Idol" competition - by some considerable margin. Things got meteoric almost immediately thereafter.

It's like a Horatio Alger story, except with big honkin' hooters.

You should probably not click on this Google image search with your wife around. Or your pets. (You might have to change your mature-content screen to see the really good ones.)

posted by Ace at 08:33 PM

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