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Not mysteriously, no; he's retired.

Trending on Twitter now, but just read the tweets; it's primarily just people making the same remark of "Prince Philip is dead. Dead racist that is Hahahahahahahahabuhdbaghahjbasd" like twats.

Afraid it's a no for Now 55 - Just remembered that Feeder drummer Jon Lee topped himself, Wiki confirmed, in 2002. Looks like it might be Now 57?

It's alright, I've just wasted my fucking time on pre-25.

To be fair, autocorrect is out to get you on this one:

You're thinking of Architects. They're a hardcore metallic band; Architechs are a UK garage band from the late 90s and they're still going.

Some dead careers but that's about it, looking at it.

Charles (off of And Eddie), Bob Marley, George Michael, Erma Franklin, John Lee Hooker, Michael Hutchence (off of INXS), Roy Orbison, Freddie Mercury, Paul Hester (off of Crowded House) - that's quite a lot of deados on Now 23. How perfect, then, that 'Alive & Kicking' by Simple Minds features on it.

It's always an interesting read when you type in 'Prince Philip' in the search bar on Twitter. The gist of it is that someone accidentally started the rumour yesterday, Chinese whispers made that an official thing and it'd be announced by Buckingham Palace at 1700 (yesterday), people who didn't read that bit carried the rumour on to today, fuelled further by the fact that a few news sites have re-pubished an article saying what will happen when he does die. The announcement of his death was then pushed from 5pm yesterday to 2pm today, which, unless I've got dementia at 22, didn't happen. The Twitterverse have ignored this, and now come up with several conspiracies as to how he's been dead for months. So all is normal and the DoE is alive and well. Probably.

From where exactly?

Bruce Lee lost The Game Of Death on this day 45 years ago, aged 32.

Listened to this new track from the upcoming album from my favourite band. I'm not exactly overwhelmed by it. Not whelmed in the slightest bit, frankly. It might be a grower, we'll see. But for now, this sort of Muse is better: That's one you'll probably know. And here's one you probably won't:

F2 racing driver Henry Surtees (son of John) finished his season on a DNF on this day 9 years ago, aged 18.

From a very contemplative Travis album. This one's a down-tempo, psychedelic number.

Pretty watertight philosophy, that. I mean it's always been the case that whenever I've listened to his songs, plus or minus The Smiths, it's been a case of "Fucking arsehole. It's good, this."

My depression's winning its merciless crusade against me at this point and I'm listening to Morrissey. Whether or not there's a correlation there is something I shall ponder once I'm back on form again, or at least when his throbbing baritone gets out of my head. This is, at least, one of his less macabre songs.

I like the fact that the Lib Dems, who are the ones most determined to ‘fight to keep us in the EU’, had two of their prominent MPs absent from the vote. Vince Cable, the leader, was at some kind of unspecified meeting which the party whip allowed, without checking when this vote was, and his predecessor Tim Farron was at a fucking £5 lecture somewhere on why gay sex is a sin for Christians. Toilets.

I also dislike "passed" or "croaked", but then probably quite a lot of people take issue to my use of "brown bread".

Jules Bianchi crossed the finish line on this day 3 years ago, aged 25.

It’s still hotter than a Sultan’s bollocks in the South East and there’s no real signs of it stopping yet.

He's exactly what I imagine you look like in the real world. I would normally precede that observation with "No disrespect, but...", however I suspect you'll take it as a compliment.

Ah, it's selfie time. Hello bladan.

Yeah, most of the time, you've just overthought something. Paranoia's given you a false idea. Honestly, this mystery scenario you're fretting about is almost certainly fine. Relax, have a drink, play your PlayStation, fuck the dog, do whatever it is you do in your spare time to take your mind off things.

Quelle surprise.