Anubis the Jackal

That, of course is all dependent on whether the bulb is plugged into the mains at the time, a fascinating scientific experiment that I for one would not be willing to participate in.

There was once this lad. He was a weapons-grade arse-wit who liked amateur dramatics and couldn't get laid in a Bangkok brothel with his wang wrapped in £50 notes. One night, his car went arse over tit, nearly taking out another car in the other lane, killing him (I hope) instantly. I was asked to go to the funeral, but declined on the grounds that I really couldn't stand the snivelling sh*t, which is a fair point I feel. I didn't miss much apparently, his favourite song was Don Macleans 'American Pie' which should be erased from the face of the earth. His father was a copper who wrote a long sanctimonious piece in the local rag about how unfair it was that his wonderful, law-abiding kid had been taken from us and yet criminals walk the streets blah, blah, blah. It was only at the inquest into his death that it was revealed that the lad was a pissed as a fart at the time of the crash, and very nearly killed two totally innocent people in the other car. I'm not sure what the point is of all this, but it's nearly relevant to the thread which is good enough for me.

Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you'll be a mile from them, and you'll have their shoes. --Jack Haney Deep Thoughts.

Melly has written a long obituary of his old band-mate, Mick Mulligan

I think, dear guest, that the ranting squid-obsessed loon hasn't the first clue what he or she is on about. Glad to see one of the Iain Smith baiters sticking around though. Welcome.

I too was given Dawkins book for Christmas. The irony was intentional. He's preaching to the converted in my case, but it has made me try to be more intolerant of religion.

Tricky to call, My Grandfather was invalided out of the army in 1915 (thus fortunately missing the horror of The Somme) and his death could possibly be attributed to the injuries he suffered (he died in 1973) although there was no mention of it on his death certificate.

Fine, Spector's a kind of genius. No problem with that...just listen to his Goldstar productions and you'll hear how far above the chasing pack he was. But. He is incredibly unstable mentally. I know someone who was there on the night of the alleged killing, and whilst Phil had been a gentleman for most of the time, that night something was definitely wrong with him.

My sister is a fan of the site and we were talking about my DDP team. "Do Condemned Iraqis count?" "Yes, but they usually only get as far as 7 or 8" Boom Boom.

Fair point Bruno. Keep a look out for Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistanis Doomed Infidels team in the DDP.

As the rush of cadavers at the end of 2006 shows, it's not a good idea to lock down a team too early, besides, we are an international concern and I wouldn't expect our overseas members to fly in for it. By the way Ali, which Greg Page is that on your list? Boxer or Wiggle?

Did anyone else go for Ramzan Kadyrov ? He ain't gonna make old bones.

What about blue shoes with brown trousers? I have been known to pair them occasionally.

Objection your honour! He sold out the Royal Festival Hall in London a couple of years ago (yes, I was there), wrote some of the biggest hits of the '60's and has become a significant cult figure for his eccentric solo albums. He'll have broadsheet obits as long as yer arm.

Balls to the naysayers say I, a good list is one that will provoke healthy debate, artful comment, ribald humour and almost as an afterthought, a good harvest of cadavers. If you're looking for a more succesful (i.e. more hits) list, then make your own and run it in the DDP. There's plenty of meat on the DL 2007 with religious nutters to keep the godly ranters flowing, 2 'nearly-good' (nearly-dead) Nazis, some communists, some pop-culture icons and Dunn. Here's to a healthy 2007 for the Deathlist, if not for the runners and riders.

'Hang' in there, Saddam. May Auld Acquaintance and all that. Maybe he should request that his last meal be that chicken stuffed in goat, stuffed in camel malarkey, that should see him in to 2007. (edit... found the recipe; From the Al Hasa cookbook -a more than 400 page compilation of recipes compiled by the women's groups, and published in 1976. This recipe from Jo Waters of Abqaiq: 1 medium camel 4 lambs 20 chickens (roasted) 150 eggs (boiled) 40 kilos tomatoes Salt and seasonings Stuff eggs into tomatoes, stuff tomatoes into chickens, stuff chickens into lambs, stuff lambs into camel. Roast until tender Serves 150 people.)

That'll be due to the Zionist-controlled sugar/confectionary trade who hold a pernicious grip over the leftist/satanist/homosexualist media in The West. I knew that nice Mr Greenbaum was up to something behind the doughnuts. Staging moon landings most probably.

No, he's an immigrant, apparently, you know the sort; going over there, stealing their jobs etc.

Xenon, On Christmas Eve, the eldest Anubette asked me why I wasn't a Christian, fair point and all that, it was the day before one of the major holidays in the Christian Calender. Next time, rather than trying to explain my rationalist beliefs in language she can understand, I'll merely fire up the PC, point her towards a few of your posts and let her learn for herself the hatred that Christianity instills. Your God is a wrathful God, a Jealous God etc. but whatever happened to the God of Love? Did you kill him for being a poof? By the way X, that night she was also invited to our friends civil partnership ceremony in May. (they're 'race-mixers' as well, you'd love them.) Her response was an excited "Ooh, I've never been to a Gay Wedding before. It'll be great!" We're evolving over here...try it, you might like it.

There's a recipe for home made wine. First take your water....

Some bad news for you... Santa is dead

Iain, sh*t off.

There's yer book then. Classy.

The death of Niyazov not only takes out one of my DDP team before the starter has even raised his flag, but also leaves the world bereft of a total lunatic. He renamed the month of January after himself, April after his mother, May after his father and September after his book, the Rukhnama! Now that's pure class. I wonder if that mechanical book will find it's way on to Ebay? It would look nice in my drawing room.