Too much vanilla in the diet leads to a freak withdrawal thing. That or it's a revolt against the simply said plain aura of this brown stick made into white.

Out in the popcorn seats of cinemas yesterday, V for Vendetta.

Store is expecting some posters or such to hang about the walls or what little room there is to spare. Perhaps that open space just out the door, where the poster rack is. Where else is better?

Or postcards even. A stack of about 50 to help flog this "uncompromising vision of the future" which, from a few reviews, hobbles itself by not sticking it to the man hard enough. Natalie Portman and Hugo Weaving make this look like the kind of film worth watching. Knowing that co-creator Alan Moore swears off this makes it not so much for principle alone.

But who has principles any more?