So a bunch of 'mostly Senegalese' chancers got on a boat in Libya to seek fame, fortune and benefits in Europe. 3 days later, they arrived in Italy, or so they thought. Strange, though, that everyone there spoke Libyan (or whatever system of grunts and gestures passes for language there). Surprise surprise, they're not in Italy at all, they've spent three days sailing 40 miles along the Libyan coast. And to top that: "several people had jumped from the boat but were unable to swim and drowned". These (can I say 'sandmonkeys' here, or will I get told off?) 'people' obviously have a different upbringing to be, cos my old mum always said 'If you can't swim, don't jump out of a boat", a lesson that has served me well throughout my ongoing existence.