Chinese moon rover Jade Rabbit's blog

THIS Winter Wonderland theme park has been blatantly mis-sold to me by the Chinese lunar program.

When I’d expressed my apprehension about the project, suggesting perhaps someone else from the team go instead, they smiled condescendingly and assured me that it would be a “trip of a lifetime” and “the ultimate christmas experience”.

But now I’m here, I think they were making that stuff up.

When the lander and I arrived, we went out looking for the attraction described as “Santa’s magic grotto”. After painstakingly trundling for half an hour, we found the right location, but it was just a 100ft crater.

As neither of us really knew for sure what a grotto was supposed to look like, we agreed that technically this could be it and Santa might still show up. We waited til after four o’clock and still nothing had happened. I suggested we take a few photos but the lander was becoming fractious and kept muttering “scandalous” and “what a fucking joke”.

So we left the grotto and went to look for the Mystical Forest Trail instead. It was slightly better than the grotto but that’s not saying much. What had been described as “a wondrous spectacle of Christmas tree lights” was just 500 acres of meteor fragments. The reindeer wasn’t alive: it was just a steel flagpole with a below average sized star-spangled banner at the top. There wasn’t even any tinsel. Some footprints led off to what we hoped might be the ice rink, but all we found was a small pile of used scratchcards and a human poo. Very underwhelming.

We decided to take advantage of the complementary refreshment stand but again, were let down. I was expecting a warming gluhwein or sweet eggnog latte. Forget that. All we got was 600 million tonnes of ice contaminated with toxic dust and bits of rock. It was a bit like tepid Ovaltine. Woefully disappointing.

To cheer ourselves up, the lander and I decided to take some photos of each other instead. It was a small comfort, because after the sun was gone it was pitch dark and the temperature dropped to minus 170 degrees – a low budget production if ever I saw one.

Overall the level of Christmassy feeling here is zero. In retrospect the thin atmosphere could not sustain reindeer, elves or happy children – it was all cynical marketing. The only positive is that at least there’s plenty of parking.

David Beckham 'can't make new memories'

DAVID Beckham has admitted that his tattoos are visual substitutes for his complete lack of any short-term memory.

The star lost the ability to make new memories due to brain damage suffered when hit with a football boot kicked by a shadowy figure he only remembers as ‘the Purple Man’.

Beckham has the names of his children, the football clubs he’s played for, the trophies he’s won and the phrase “I just want to give something back to the fans,” inked permanently on his body in order to answer simple questions.

He said: “My life is a blur.

“One minute I’m in front of a camera in nothing but underpants, the next I’m holding an aftershave bottle that apparently contains my essence. None of it makes sense.

“My tattoos tell me the big things and every Christmas there’s a new autobiography which fills in some of the blanks, but there are still so many unanswered questions.

“Why did I leave the biggest club in the world to play in a country that doesn’t even know what football is? Why have I got the haircut of Oswald Mosley? And how is it possible for me to be friends with Tom Cruise?”

Associates of the footballer believe he is being manipulated by a sinister figure behind the scenes who is exploiting his goldfish memory to make money.

Beckham was unable to comment, but was seen holding a Polaroid photograph of a slim, purse-lipped brunette on the back of which was written: “DON’T BELIEVE HER LIES. SHE IS THE ONE. KILL HER.”