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As stories go, it's a cracker. No, not thinking of the judges slapping wrists over the BAE bribery investigation, although that is quite a technicolour dreamcoat of a tale. (What a week it's been for the courts, what with this, Mr Justice Eady's efforts with Max Mosley, and the Stormtroopers case.)
It's the Devon farmer who's heeded official advice to diversify and has converted a barn into a sexy den for swingers' parties - a man who expects little local opposition, seeing as it's a "Liberal voting area", reports the Times.
But his neighbours are not quite as broadminded as might be hoped, and say they will not join in the adult fun: "It would be quite awkward walking into the village shop in the morning and bumping into someone you'd got frisky with the night before." Quite.
Meanwhile, the Daily Telegraph is in the midst of a Thatcherfest, with a special series of articles running all week and a giveaway of eight - count 'em, eight - DVDs charting her political and personal life. Did we mention that her official biographer is Charles Moore, former editor of said organ?
And what the baroness is to Telegraph readers, Leonard Cohen is to Guardianistas. Seemingly every day his craggy visage peeps from the paper's masthead, alongside yet another chance to win tickets to his gig.
Wouldn't it be a lark if somehow, through a mix-up involving posties, a Telegraph reader received the Cohen tickets intended for a Guardian reader of the same name, who unwrapped a package of Thatcher DVDs? The mind wanders to other jumbled giveaways that could produce similar levels of apoplexy...