I’ve always been a fan of corrections. I think my all-time fave is from the formerly-amusing, now rather sad Tatler, and being the oldest magazine in existence it has, over the years, had to issue some doozies.
I think my favorite was the one that apologized for “errors” in a celeb schooldays reminiscence…one that characterized two boys as the sons of a “Costa del Sol gangster” and who entered said celeb’s room greasing a baseball bat with Vaseline and yelling words to the effect of “Who’s first? Bend over!”
And who were actually named by said celeb. Said later apologetic and corrective celeb. Rupert Everett, I think? If so, a much more promising debut in fiction than his subsequent unendurable novel. Everett is at his best doing straightforwardly hallucinogenic nonfiction, as some of his work for VF proves.
In any case, one of my longtime favorite sites is Regret the Error, which publishes corrections with a particularly good eye for the amusing. Amusing crow-eating warms the bitter, shrivelled cockles of my heart, and so I am going to give you an example of their choice choices in the correction field.
A correction from The Orange County Register, Sept 23:
Cannabis is a synonym for marijuana. Because of a reporter’s error, the word was misspelled in an article on Page 15 of the News section in the Sept. 22 edition of the Register.
The original sentence:
The pot growers had tapped into an irrigation line for landscaping around the gated community of Stoneridge, and had rigged up a network of white, 3/4-inch PVC piping to grow the cannibals.
raincoaster 
What–you’ve never tried smoking hydroponic cannibals? Though you should never do them in a crowd–and particularly never hotbox them, as the accompanying munchies can leave you very lonely.
The Economist once issued a correction that I can’t find amidst all the others (since they’re actually concerned with journalism and stuff they tend to issue more than the Asper papers or Fox) so if I may totally invent the quote, it ran something like:
In our umpty-ump edition we stated that Mr. Grifter of Exploit Ltd. was: ‘a hackneyed con-man from SoHo with the morals of a diurectic rattlesnake whose family would be best served by the collection of his life insurance’.
Mr. Grifter is from Stepney.
We regret the error.
However, they’re certainly not shy about fixing their mistakes.
Oooh, surely Google has that one somewhere? Me wants.
Nice link. I should check that mag out more often. Unfortunately, the last time I picked one up was the camel-humping cover.
Talking of Boris, you should see his blog, it’s been overun by terrorists from the axis of evil.
I saw that. Steven, dear, do you realize that you sound like an utter twat calling it that? They’re not calling you The Great Satan, so for fuck’s sake try not to make an idiot of yourself with this Axis of Evil crap. You’ll never sell them any Tridents that way.
I’m staying away. Dropped a couple of references to Egyptian re-nuking and scuttled away. It’s already descended into a series of nationalistic monologues, not a debate, much like the Scottish/English thread earlier, and I don’t think anyone will be able to get a real discussion going there. People want to speak their minds in that thread, they don’t want to debate or discover. Waste of time to try to divert them; I’ve been down that road too many times not to recognize it again.