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OSP, are you having anything approaching an out-of-province experience at the thought of Ian Paisley possibly discussing day to day business with Martin - he has the power of life and death - McGuinness? Just askin' like.

Cheers Bruno, incidentally, as a deep admirer of your work I'm concerned at the return to wall to wall typos. Can your liver, and the rest of your constitution withstand this? We care about yer Bruno, you are loved.

Do we need another thread - Deathlist Classics - for great deaths we could have enjoyed if only.... I'll bags starting the discussion on Tommy Cooper when we have the thread.

So his daughter has no chance of getting the kidney back. If I were her I'd fry it up and console myself with the inheritance.

With her money you could still be buying treatment a 104 years past your death! I'm sure someone would take the money and give it a go, the question is more to do with the amount of good you'd get from the treatment.

Don't worry, we all make mistakes when we start. For weeks back in early 2005 I was under the impression the Grim Reaper was - like - the real one! Welcome aboard DBF, go well.

Oi, I got a tombstone that told me death meant I wasn't hardcore and every time I tried to post it here it wouldn't take. Somedays life is - like - sh*t.

Who's your drug dealer? He's sellin' you some dodgy stuff.

Dunno about the rest of you but there's time when the statistical probability of kidney problems, cancer and/or diabetes troubles me. Then you find someone who suffers from the damn lot and think; 'Aye well, that lowers the odds for the rest of us a l'al bit!' Can anyone with more medical knowledge than me comment on the chances of giving the lassie her kidney back before her dad carks it?

Mind it's a bugger, Gerald Ford - DL 2005 and 2006 - may well die in 2007. Never was much of a crowd pleaser our Gerald!

Two true stories about Saxon; 1 - They are the only band actively researched by those involved in the Spinal Tap movie. 2 - I may be wrong but I think the album concerned here is Denim and Leather. Anyway, they were recording in a newly refurbished studio, new desk, new microphones the lot. The first tracks betrayed an intermittent whistle soon isolated to Biff Byford's vocal track. In desperation several expensive and delicate items of recording equipment were dismantled and several state of the art microphones changed around, without result. In the end, a whistle was recorded as Byford did some test vocals on a new mike. The problem was clearly somewhere in the vocal booth but there was no evidence of any leakage that would cause feedback. The engineers were at a loss until Byford suggested a possible answer. He'd been fitted with new dentures, and the fit was less than perfect! This is true!

My great grandfather died peacefully in his sleep at the age of 90, that's more than you can say for all the Germans who got on the business end of his Lewis gun in WW1! My grandfather also died peacefully asleep, the passengers in his taxi were shitting themselves at the time. Go well.

True story about The Sun, that I may have shared once before. When Kelvin McKenzie was editor he once set a jokey challenge to the reporters to write his obituary. The one who won wrote a line that read; 'Here lies Kelvin McKenzie, and lies, and lies...'

Just an idea, like. Mebbe he was sh*t at the lawyer training too and dropped out, only it would be embarrassing to have to admit that on top of everything else.

Expected to step down from his job with the Irish FA next week.

Those students - apparantly - chose to hang around with TH and the Mayor of Maidstone, 'nuff said.

Member vs member attacks, whatever gave you that idea? My main expectation of a revelation and surprise would be that we'd discover how F*****g ordinary we all are. I'm the one with the stiff right arm and the Carlisle United scarf when we all get together. You're the twenty nine stone darts player, right?

Tony turned up last week to the unveiling of a Guinness Book of Records winner, some art students had created the World's largest calligraphy brush. Apparantly looked chipper and swapped stories with people, turning in an energetic performance for an octagenarian. His reminiscences are promised in a Kent local paper next week. I have my spies on it but it's likely to indicate his faculties are working as well as his ageing body.

Reagan's record, yes. Two years, c'mon, before you bet on that ask yourself why so many bookmakers drive decent cars.

I'll bet he lines some little toy buses up under that stairlift, just for old time's sake, you understand.

Maryport would have the advantage of putting off the faint-hearted and the drive by traffic..... Erm....right, London then.

Whilst this thread is alive again does anyone know when Jane's birthday is. Call it my perverse sense of humour but I'd be kind of interested to know if her starsign really is Cancer!

Sorted then, the next stunt in round the Leeds ring road on a skateboard.

Idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis is no laughing matter, unless you've got EK down in a currently operating deadpool. A few national newspapers have been making sure their obits come up to cover EK and his son Robbie appearing on stage together after Robbie pulled a monster jump this year. EK's 24 hour a day oxygen habit suggests he's well into his five year median survival. Wikipedia also list Dan Brown as a sufferer. This isn't true, is it?

You post erudite, considered and insightful meditations on Salinger and then - gasp, shudder - confess to liking Saxon!!! F**k! D'ya know the story about them recording the Denim and Leather album and having problems with whistling feedback in the new studio they were using?