Wildly encouraging developments in New Mexico, where Richard Branson this week personally unveiled his new $209m spaceport, from where Virgin Galactic flights into space will take off next year (it's been "next year" since about 2005, as far as LiS can work out). I say "his" spaceport, but upon reading the smaller print I discover that it was in fact paid for with New Mexico taxpayers' money. This is obviously the thrilling news, because you just know that poverty in New Mexico must have been eradicated in order for the government to have blown a bazillion dollars on facilitating Branson's commercial venture, for which tickets cost $200,000 a head. Right? RIGHT ...?
Still, on the positive side, I see that the ceremony was attended by Dame Kate Winslet and her new beau, Branson's nephew Ned Rocknroll. This reminds LiS that we have been most tardy in assembling our autumn collection, the cavalcade of celebrity lines we will be carrying in the coming months. Winslet and Rocknroll are in, obviously, but your suggestions for fellow honorees are most cordially invited.
