Kazam! Cowabunga! Wow! What more can happen in the case of Alexander Litvinenko and the poisoned sushi? Here’s the latest:

The mood in London is, as they say, “calm but hysterical” as both his wife and his contact Professor Scaramella have tested positive for high levels of Polonium 210, the latter having apparently both no significant symptoms but a level hundreds of times the natural average, which means, they’re all gonna die people!

(Or as Freddie Mercury might have said: Scaramella Scaramella did you eat the bad food too… The FSB)

Latest news: the Telegraph notes that UK detectives have not only established the paths the radioactive element has taken across town with a simple Geiger counter. They’ve also established via spectroscopic analysis, which reactor the polonium came from.

The Independent notes that Litvinenko always argued that it was Professor Scaramella himself who had poisoned him. Why? Well, Italy and Russia have always had strong communist connections (one of the largest Russian cities is still named Togliattigrad, after the late Italian CPI leader) and academics associated with Communista Refondizionia (Communist Refoundation) still see 1991 as one of the great disasters of modern times. A Russian renegade is someone they’d be happy to off for an ex-KGB head.

But the best bit is in the Guardian which has obtained emails between Litvinenko and a Russian postgrad student in Londongrad, where Litvinenko claims he’s going to blackmail leading Russian figures with the information he had, and thus feather his nest. The postgrad student was a bloke named Shvets, a former KGB man, who says he has evidence that one western KGB agent was Romano Prodi, the current prime minister of Italy.

The go-between appears to be the UK Independence Party, a One Nation-style, right of the Tories outfit. They claim to have extensive information of the links between the Italian left and the USSR, via ostensible TASS reporters. The Daily Mail alleges that Litvinenko was about to unmask a bloke named “The Teacher”, a go-between between Italy and the USSR.

And that’s just at midnight where I am…