Anubis the Jackal

'Berlin - The Downfall 1945' by Anthony Beevor. It's always useful to have your faith in humanity smashed in a thousand pieces every now and again.

OK, I'll bite. What Beadle rumour?

And the most tedious thread on the site chunters on and on.

Thanks for explaining the cephalopodic connection, everything is now perfectly clear, except for that bit at the beginning. And most of the middle. And the end might need a little clarification. Otherwise fine.

Ah, the squid... hang on, you've lost me now. Where does the giant squid come in to it? A total Jerk he is. He cursed Brazil by writing the name ALLU in Brasilia. Allu as said before means Demonic Power (=Summerian Myth). Allu is an anagram for Lula(Mastigotheutis Flammea=Squid) The Giant Squid=Architheutis something= Leviathan= Lula. Architheutis=Architect=Niemeyer. Rot in Hell for it, Niemeyer!!!

There should be a more realistic version of that site, featuring a 64 year old, fat, gin-blossomed, sexist alchoholic and a 22 year-old innumerate South African. It would shut at 10.45 sharp and have Sky Sports playing at 118 dB continuously. Anything you ask the pair to do would be answered by a non-committal grunt, or a sharp 'F**k off.' Oh, and they would only serve shitty lager.

A total non-story from the Beeb. Mayor Calls for Thatcher Statue Local Councillors and no-mark MP in desperate attempt to get column-inches shock.

Just how much did I not want to read that? I feel particularly unwell now. It's quite worrying. He is huge - porn star huge and then some, I'd guess a good 10-inches and thick, very think. When he was born his father said he was "all nose and hose". But the Dirty Sanchez at the end is plain wrong...

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Either the last scene of 'Spoorloos' (The Vanishing) - the original version of course; or the death of Bennie in 'Bring me the Head of Alfredo Garcia.'

Maybe he invented the Filet-O-Fish for McDonalds

Unless there's been a Brinsworth House charabanc trip to a Sheffield internet cafe, I'll have to be the bearer of sad tidings.

Go on, lad. You're on my DDP team!

I'm a big fan of the man from the telly, I'm on board, on the board but hiding behind an exceedingly cunning nom-de-keyboard.

I got Catherine the Great, C'mon Dobbin we've got a party to go to.

Read Iggy Pop and the Stooges Tour Rider Comedy Gold.

Very apt in a spy thread, all this poetry. Could it be that communication is taking place in code between agents of a foreign power?

Seeing as this thread was still just about alive, I'll add the death of Henry Townsend 96 years when he done lost his mojo. Sho'nuff lost his mojo, Ah said lost his mojo.etc...

I think you're holding your own pole quite enough as it is, thank you very much.

A brave man for the gesture. He knew what Smith and Carlos were going to do and was asked to join in the salute, but declined for the obvious reason. All three were terrified of being killed, and he did not need to wear the badge, so fair play to him for doing so.

Stick with it M'Lady. To everyone who finds it necessary to carry on pointless arguments with you I say this. USE THE IGNORE FUNCTION! That way your blood-pressure will remain non-lethal.

Welcome Back Godot. Nothing like a bit of Betjeman and a rambling boozer to wheedle you out of retirement!

Most belated but most heartfelt congratulations to our very own Rambling Sid. May the helicopters fall like ripe fruit from the sky and the voices recede to the dark caves from whence they came. Pip! Pip! BB, our very own heroic Baudelaire.

Oh, Banshees. Do you really want to know? John Betjeman Death In Leamington She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window From over Leamington Spa Beside her the lonely crochet Lay patiently and unstirred, But the fingers that would have work'd it Were dead as the spoken word. And Nurse came in with the tea-things Breast high 'mid the stands and chairs- But Nurse was alone with her own little soul, And the things were alone with theirs. She bolted the big round window, She let the blinds unroll, She set a match to the mantle, She covered the fire with coal. And "Tea!" she said in a tiny voice "Wake up! It's nearly five" Oh! Chintzy, chintzy cheeriness, Half dead and half alive. Do you know that the stucco is peeling? Do you know that the heart will stop? From those yellow Italianate arches Do you hear the plaster drop? Nurse looked at the silent bedstead, At the gray, decaying face, As the calm of a Leamington ev'ning Drifted into the place. She moved the table of bottles Away from the bed to the wall; And tiptoeing gently over the stairs Turned down the gas in the hall.

I wonder if Banshees is?