Dave to the Grave

I have to disagree LFN. Dog, is more like Germany. Always there, reliable, with the odd flash of brilliance, but if you have ever cracked the crust on a week old human deposit, then you have really experienced Brazil. (I of course, take on board your fingernail comment, but that really is due to the situation, and not the actual performance of the sh*t. More of a cup upset, than pure quality.)

BS, I worry for your circulation and sleeping posture. I think lying on your side, wearing boxing gloves would be a better idea.

Having stepped in both, while neither is pleasant, I'd always go for the horse sh*t. In a league of sh*t, top being the most unpleasant, horse would probably come in the relegation zone, just above rabbit. Cow would probably qualify for the UEFA cup, just beating off goat. Dog, cat and seagull would battle it out for champion league places, but the winner, champion of them all would have to be human. A fantasy sh*t league, there's a thing. (The seagull sh*t is more of a hair problem than a shoe one, so should perhaps be in a league of it's own, but very unpleasant all the same).

Sadly, the same can't be said for Robert.

I feel your pain Cowboy Ronnie. Perhaps this will help.

Having never voted on a 'success poll' before, and it becoming a regular event with the current rate of success, I thought it would help if I had a theme. So with Captain Beefheart, Norman Wisdom, and Michael Foot on the list, body parts it is. Since someone has voted for Ditto, who despite a bit of a weight problem, isn't on the list, I thought keeping on theme I would vote for Brad Pitt, but I can't, so Beefheart it is.

Me too. Although if the story starts with, ''You all sit in a circle.....'' and finishes,''.....last, has to eat it.'' Then I've already heard it.

Sounds like a penalty shoot out. Who missed the crucial kick? It seems that Charlton beat Bill Clinton's daughter 5-4 in a penalty shoot out back in October 2005. Edit to add, it was Robert Huth.

He was however, well known for 'making it up, as he went along'. It has since been proven that it is spiders, not bees.

Not bad. But I think is the greatest music video, (well, extract from a musical anyway.) What's more, keeping it topical, seventeen dancers fell to their deaths during filming. Quite possibly.

She will always be held in the highest esteem, if only for her work in the advancement of the bikini, but Brigitte Bardot is in trouble for again criticising Islam. There's a lot of them in France so you never know. Halibuts that is, not bikinis.

Here you go LFN. Jean Pierre Blanchard He can also, quite probably, raise his arm, whilst screaming 'off-side', drink to excess, crash cars and could well be blessed in the toilet region, but as far as I can find, he is in rude good health.

Having checked out some of Rolf's non-TV work, (and if you forget that picture of the Queen) I find I now agree with LFN (a bit). Tony Adams (an artist of a different sort) however still resembles a donkey. Rolf appears only to be hung like one. Dorothea 'the oldest living surrealist' Tanning can't still be going. If so she is 97.

Putting brackets around a fourth obviously helps too ''Anthony Minghella, Arthur C. Clarke, and Paul Scofield (and Richard Widmark too) in March'' And of course, one could divide six into two threes too.

Come on LFN, that's like calling Tony Adams a bloody good footballer. Right place, right time, determined, successful, but even they wouldn't claim to be particularly gifted. (I of course don't know this for a fact, and they both probably think they are incredibly gifted, and in some way share a resemblance to a donkey). This chap is doing a bit of a Rolf.

Ah, a soul mate. Say it loud, say it proud.

I'll be in London at the end of October beginning of November, so if it's around this time I'll make a real effort to attend. I love beer me. I'm booking my DL thong in for a specialist clean just in case.

After the debate on the gun thread I couldn't help but wonder what weapon could be used to hunt clams. This wonder led me to find

Aren't we getting a bit off topic here. Shouldn't this talk of drink and drugs be in the Betty Ford thread. This is the gun thread. And the bad Bobby joke thread.

A little on the subject of guns. Haven't they both changed since winning the World Cup in '66?

Probably doesn't help that he smokes like a chimney.

How it stayed in place on that chariot is a mystery.

Not any more, he's not. Charlton walks through The Valley of the shadow of Stone Lake retail park..

If Tinky Winky can do it, I'm sure I'd manage.

Imagine how she felt. Lukewarm tripe?