ONCE you start looking, it is amazing what depravity you can find on the Internet. There's all sorts of stuff out there that makes the website of Angelique, Clifton Without's "international performer and star", seem tame.

The worst one we found was parishcouncil.com. We can't go into full blown details in a family newspaper, but the sleazy activities of so-called "councillors" are recounted in explicit detail in the "minutes".

Sordid sub-committees talk endless filth. The deviant devils get all hot and bothered over drainage issues and skip removal.

Elsewhere, weird working parties babble incoherently because they are stoked up on grass highs (overgrown verges really get them going).

Then there are all the kinky dressing up rituals. One click of a mouse and you can watch as the "working party" arrange carnival queens and maypoles all over the shop.

And there is not stop moaning, groaning and sighs all the way through.

We didn't dare look at the most extreme part of the website, simply marked "Any other business".

GOOD to see an Evening Press letter writer challenging one of our reviewers, Ian Sime, about his lukewarm opinion of Katie Melua at the Barbican (or as it will soon be known, the Barbican't).

Jo Eltham yesterday deployed the traditional lament: "Was Ian Sime actually at Katie Melua's Barbican concert?"

It has been used with great effect over the years.

"Does Charles Hutchinson, your cinema reviewer, watch all the films which he is asked to comment upon?" Letter, February 20, 2003

"Was your theatre critic, Charles Hutchinson, at the same performance of Naked Flame that I attended on Monday?" April 22, 2000

"The applause throughout the concert left me wondering if Mr Crowther was at the same concert that I attended." February 3, 2001

"I wondered if your reviewer Giles Carr had been to the same concert as me?" November 19, 1999

"Was Mr Dreyer actually present at this concert?" March 10, 2001

Hmm. What the Diary wants to know is where in the name of York do our reviewers get to?

THE boot is on the other foot, and it twinges a bit. A couple of weeks ago your diarist was interviewed by pupils at a Lincolnshire school undertaking a history project.

They were investigating whether an Adolf Hitler figure could come to power today.

They asked interesting questions about the rise of the BNP in York. My answers were some miles short of Churchillian, but even so they lose something in translation.

"We asked Chris Titley, aged 34, a journalist from the York Evening Press, about what he thought about the BNP," the children wrote. "And he said, 'The BNP are a very clever organisation that are respectable but has untrue MP members that intercept.

"'Nick Griffin though is a respectable man. Large groups of immigration crime laws recently gained council fees'."

All clear on that?

ON Tuesday we reported the view of a York City fan exiled in Buckingham-shire that Tommy Spratt's volley against Wrexham was "arguably the best goal ever seen at Bootham Crescent".

Maybe not. "The best goal at the Crescent has to be Andy Provan's header," emails Steve.

"He cut in from the left wing beat two players then walked round the goalie, got to the goal line, stopped the ball, got down on his hands and knees and headed the ball in.

"With him being only 4ft 11ins tall it must be the only time I saw him head the ball. The game was against Bradford PA, I think, in the middle Sixties.

"Does anyone know what happened to the City players of that era?"

Anyone?

Updated: 10:42 Thursday, March 11, 2004