Anubis the Jackal

Ah, but doesn't the media love talking to itself about itself ignoring the fact that most of us don't give a flying one either way who is going to have to resign.

Will you be bringing my ******? I've been a little lost without it.

Score a cracking 30 yard free kick. Don a rather fetching pirate hat. Get booked. (warning, contains scenes of a lower-league nature.)

Oh yes indeed! I remember comparing the Brel, Scott Walker and SAHB versions of this song with a work colleague and deciding Mr Harvey was the only one who you could really imagine being there in real life.

Have some of this... Kuntz Not strictly on topic, but naughty/body part non-goalkeeping footballer names it is. How about Toe knee Wood cock? Or, and I can scarcely contain my titters here, Knickerless Butt?

and lost, I assume?

With a name like Giardelli, he was probably as Luxembourgeoise as Lewis Hamilton is Swiss. Or Kevin Pietersen English.

Wing Commander Andy Green, who drove Thrust 2 above the speed of sound a while back is having another go.This time he wants to crack 1000 mph. May be worth an outside punt.

Not really deathlist material, but it's 20 years to the day since my sister survived (along with almost everyone else) the sinking of the Jupiter cruise ship in Piraeus. I'm jolly glad she did, and she'll be around a long while I'm sure. Occasionally she'll pop by these hallowed virtual walls, so hello if you're reading.

I've added quote marks to the subtitle of this thread. There's so little evidence that he actually planted or even knew about the bomb, and most of that has been discredited. See Paul Foot's long-ruuning campaign in Private Eye. The real Lockerbie bomber is either dead or living it up in Syria.

Easy Tiger.

You really are a cumgargling nutjuggling gr*ndle-n*dger.

Hmm, Hindenburg Survivors... Here's some fresh off the press news from 2007. Oh! The Huge Manitee!

Cock Off, you f*lchsp**ning Fanny Madger.