The hottest ectoplasm in Havana

Shouldn't we have gotten rid of all this end-of-the-millennium fever at the, you know, end of the millennium, instead of the beginning of the next one? Just asking.

So, working tonight on captions for a show for Space, a British programme called extreme ghost stories -- and if they really are supposed to be all that extreme, then why is the logo entirely in lowercase? Someone fire that designer.

Anywho, tonight's episode of extreme ghost stories (to the max!!!) included a segment on the Skirrid Inn, which is apparently haunted by a ghostly presence, go fig. A waitress working alone laying cutlery feels a presence near her. A woman drinking with friends in the pub hears a ghostly voice whisper in her ear: "Fanny Price..." A woman bathing alone slips under the water and runs screaming from the inn claiming that "she" was holding her down, which is of course entirely different from falling asleep in the tub and panicking.

Then, according to the landlady, a couple arrive at the inn, trying to trace their family tree, and bring proof that the inn used to be owned by a man named Henry Price. And they've got his wife's death certificate with them. The landlady takes a dramatic pause, or rather the editor inserts a gratuitous shot of the actress playing the ghost from earlier in the programme in order to make it appear as though the landlady is taking a dramatic pause, and she says... "Her name was Fanny."

This is why you don't want a sceptic working on shows like this:

(To the tune of Copacabana)

Her name was Fanny,
She haunts the Skirrid,
She's dead but she's with us in spirit,
She had consumption,
And she passed o-ver...
But her soul's not at rest so she drowns naked guests
Down at the Skirrid...

Yeah yeah yeah, I'm going to hell, etc.