Of no great surprise to anyone, it is reported in the press that the Moldavan (where is that anyway) dancer, hostess, public address translator, dinner companion, etc, etc, has declared that she and Captain Schettino of the Concordia are in love. She admitted being on the bridge at the time of the accident as he impressed her with his seamanship, or lack thereof. She also requests that everyone understand what a great man he is and stop being mean to him. This rather unstartling admission came after divers found her lingerie and other effects in his cabin. There was no immediate comment from Mrs. Schettino. Anyone for tea?