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More Money For Lost Bags

THE minimum amount airlines must pay passengers whose luggage is irretrievably lost on a domestic flight will rise this week to $2,500 from its longtime level of $1, pandora 250. The Department of Transportation will review the new minimum in July every other year and raise the level in increments of $100 if the rate of inflation requires it.

This modification of a lower limit in effect since 1984 was a long process that began in 1993 pandora with a Ralph Nader group petition asking for a rise to $1,850. Things moved glacially until June of last year, when the Air Transport Association, an industry group that embraces the major United States scheduled airlines, petitioned the Department of Transportation to double the amount. A rising tide of consumer complaints, coupled with stirrings in Congress, provided a context.

But the airlines could have increased the payment level independently and, in fact, American Airlines, Midwest Express and Delta had already gone to $2,500. American changed Dec. 15 while it was awaiting the federal announcement; Delta pandora acted on Jan. 5. All airlines publicized pledge pandora s to consumers at the end of last year as a response to steps in Congress.

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More men packing purses

The next time you’re in a shopping mall and see a man clutching a purse, don’t assume it belongs to his wife. According to a new survey, nearly two thirds of guys proudly carry a “man bag” on a regular basis.

Furthermore, the contents of a homie’s handbag are worth almost $140 more on average than those of his female counterparts $680 compared with $543. insurance company that commissioned the 2,208 person survey, credits a “lust for technology” as the key driver in men’s collective upgrade from wallets to satchels, noting that four times as many men as women carry laptops, and three times as many guys carry a personal digital assistant.

“Sometimes, pockets just don’t suffice,” says Stefan Ayon, an Edmonton man who makes no bones about his love for his Dolce Gabbana “man purse.” The sleek leather bag, which houses everything from his sunglasses to an umbrella and the current issue of GQ, has become the 20 year old’s lifeline since he bought it last fall.

“It’s professional, you can carry all your folders, and you never get anything lost,” says Ayon, a denim specialist at Holt Renfrew. “It’s on me, on my shoulder, at all times.”

But the fashion forward accessory hasn’t come without some good natured ribbing.

“I got grief from my father,” admits Ayon, a straight man who laughingly says the metrosexual “murse” had his dad accusing him of looking like a girl.

“But I gave him my old canvas bag and now he’s carrying a man purse as well.”

While women bulk up their bags with cosmetics, perfume and other items of a personal nature, the survey found guys are more into gadgetry. The top 10 items found in their bags, not including keys, were: pens (63 pandora per cent), cellphone (49 per cent), book (37 per cent), MP3 player (26 per cent), sunglasses (25 per cent), camera (24 per cent), headphones (23 per cent), reading glasses (19 per cent), gloves pandora (18 per cent), and a laptop (18 per cent).

Assuming the same proportion of Canadian guys are into shoulder furniture, each with a content value of $680, a staggering $7.1 billion worth of goods are being routinely carried about by men coast to coast. A pandora pandora g>nd according to the Insurance Bureau of Canada, not one penny of that motherlode is insured in the case of what they call in the biz a “mysterious disappearance.”

“If you just put your bag down and walked away and then an hour later it was gone . nobody’s going to pay for that,” says Don Stewart, an IBC consumer information officer. “If somebody stole it or if you were mugged, then you’re covered . They would, of course, expect a police report to have been filed.”

pandora More marvellous Mario please

More marvellous Mario please

But a comedian who specialises in lampooning well known faces and especially one who can be as surreally inventive as Rosenstock at his best really needs the breathing space of a proper sketch show in which to let rip. The Mario Rosenstock Show certainly provides that.

TV3 will, I imagine, be chagrined that he’s not doing it for them. The truth, though, is that you really need adequate resources to do a show like this properly. A considerable amount of cash has clearly been thrown at transforming Rosenstock into his targets and most of the time it’s money well spent.

Not all of it works, of course; then again, since when have sketch shows, even great ones like Big Train and Not the Nine O’Clock News, been pandora anything but patchy affairs?

A werewolf like James Reilly extolling the benefits of a good walk (to his local chipper) was a long stroll towards a predictable punchline, while a sketch featuring a coquettish Miriam O’Callaghan, head tilted, eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, using her womanly wiles to seduce answers from a shifty politician felt obvious and well worn.

Louis Walsh’s History of the World, with the X Factor judge holding forth on the merits of Stalin, was pure brilliance: “His left arm, it was withered away. It just adds to the story. He reminded me of the young Tom Selleck. Okay, the critics say people got hurt it’s a tough business! But everybody loves a bad boy. Look at Frankie Cocozza.”

An MTV Cribs skit on Michael Flatley (“Check it out: this is where I keep me leprechaun homies”), who has Sally O’Brien of Harp lager ad fame on tap and keeps comedian Sil Fox stored behind his bookcase, was inspired lunacy.

In what’s sure to be a recurring sketch, TDs Mick Wallace and Luke ‘Ming’ Flanagan are recast as DJs, a kind of Leinster House version of Smashy and Nicey: “Coming up, George Hook discusses intimacy issues. pandora

Even when the show threatened to fall back on familiar material Vincent Browne grilling Joan Burton (“What’s the point of Europe at all?”) Rosenstock pulled a surprise out of the bag by having superstar DJ David Guetta invade the studio.

For a mimic like Rosenstock, an obvious pitfall is pandora thinking that impersonations alone are enough to entertain an audience. Luckily, he and Dempsey recognise the need to have decent scripts to put in the characters’ mouths. It’s telling that one of the sharpest items on the show wasn’t a bit of celebrity slagging silliness, but a spoof reality show called Eviction. In all, a very bright start.

Meanwhile, down in the dimly lit basement where RTE keeps the rubbish it should have thrown out ages ago, The Republic of Telly continues to fester and stink, and the odour gets fouler by the week.

I don’t know which is worse: the gutless, toothless attempts to be a TV Burp for an undiscriminating studio audience who’d guffaw at a piece of faeces on a stick, the toxic glow of smugness that comes from those godawful “behind the scenes” interludes, or the continuing delusion that Jennifer Maguire is some kind pandora of comedian.

This week they despatched the most annoying creature on the box since Bosco to the New York Comic Con, where she insulted a variety of baffled Americans and rubbed a little smut into their faces.