Oh really now...
"The prestige press continues to cover anonymous accounts of the drinking habits of President Bush's daughters, while ignoring actual photos snapped recently showing Chelsea Clinton so drunk that she had to be carried out of a London nightclub."
THE tawdry scene is depressingly familiar. A young woman reels across the dance floor, struggling to keep hold of a glass of vodka in one hand and an equally inebriated young man in the other. Her movements are overtly sexual, if clumsy, her speech slurred above the relentless throb of music. A cluster of ogling men cheers noisily as her top slips momentarily. The girl merely laughs, seemingly insensible as she half-heartedly tries to cover herself. Her escort at last leads her to a dimly-lit corner where they indulge in a crass display of kissing. No one bats an eyelid. This is the favoured playground for students from one of Britain's most respected academic institutions: Oxford University. The nightclub, where pampered twentysomethings buy bottles of Cristal champagne at $300 a pop with their wads of pocket money, caters for British society's young elite. And the woman, who has to be guided to the toilet to be repeatedly sick, is none other than Chelsea Clinton.
The most vital Spanish phrase when you go to Mexico: "Donde esta el banyo..."