Anubis the Jackal

Bread of Heaven has a nice ring to it Cob Almighty Holy Toast Tonks, my coat if you please. My Carriage awaits

I spent a good half hour of my bosses money chuckling at his reviews. Hard to pick a favourite, although his Westworld was very nice

BhB, Hazlewood not Hazlehurst

Which may actually prolong his life, I'm sure it's not good for an old boy like him to be jumping such young bones.

I wouldn't bother, the title is the best thing about it. Go for a compilation of the Nancy Sinatra material or the early '70's solo albums all re-issued

That's true, you win. I bet you and your sister looked lovely and I'm sure no-one took the piss because kids aren't like that are they? I'm having cold sweats as I type this. There's a lot of supressed memories coming back here.

Iain, please just go away you F**k-knuckle. 10 Photographers more famous than Joe Rosenthal David Bailey Don McCullin Robert Capa Lord Snowdon Man Ray Diane Arbus Henri Cartier Bresson (Deathlist success) Robert Mapplethorpe Helmut Newton M. Daguerre (don't know his first name) And that's just off the top of my head

Indeed, and I've had confirmation of his frailty from a fairly good source. he's definately tying up the loose ends as people tend to do with a terminal illness. I'm a fan of his work, so it would be sad to see him go, but he's become quite a git in recent years by all accounts.

A zoo of? A view of? A zoo of fauna. A view of a zoo of fauna.

Well, if the socks match the cravat, you're set, wardrobe-wise that is. BTW - the socks sound HOTT! Not as hot as the matching cravats. My Sister and I had a similar experience with deerstalkers one year. I bet your mother wasn't evil enough to make you wear them to school though.

To return to one of my favourite Deathlist Threads, the Star Trek / Art Garfunkel Poetry Appreciation thread does anyone here live near Lyon. The slap-headed cock-knocker will be walking from there (at some point) en route to Grenoble in his terrifyingly pointless 'Eurowalk' during which he threatens more poetry. Would it be too much to suggest he meet with an unfortunate accident with a hunter polishing his sniper-rifle?

The place was fine. I had nothing against the place. Do expand...

I have no idea who he was, but I think I like him. I also have no idea who he was, but I despise him simply for the company he kept, a miserable procession of the mediocre and irratating.

Keep going OoO, we'll all cheer you to the rafters when Mr Ecevit pops off.

Sun-Bathing lady just avoids death by plunging cow

Surely that should be REMAINDER, as I wouldn't imagine that setting the book charts on fire?

Nice place, Dalton. A zoo and a view.

I dontt think it was me, the consistency and colour seemed a bit wrong, but then again, I cant see myself from that angle...oh, wait. er... oh.

Bah, rumbled.

I'm currently flying through "Harry Price: the Biography of a Ghost Hunter" by Paul Tabori, a fascinating insight into one of the finest showmen of the century, and a high quality sceptic to boot.

Err... See my Rufus Harley post in the 'Not Really Famous' thread.

Doe!

Rufus Harley the worlds foremost jazz bagpipe player has died. His work re-defined the phrase 'acquired taste.'

Does the speccy fat kid always get chosen last? Maybe that would be a boon in your drafts though. Mary, That's pretty much how we choose our draft pool. Although the previous year's winner picks last. This year we have 7 players all with 10 picks each. But a pretty poor showing on the choices we have. Just 3 hits out of a total of 70