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I hate to tell you, Neil, but it ain’t 1969 anymore. The Man took over Glastonbury many years ago, man.

I was surprised to see that Santa Baby writer Philip Springer is still around at 98 (and no doubt in many deadpool teams). You can even duet ‘with’ him on the Smule karaoke site, though I wouldn’t expect a reply or a commendation. He looks in good nick, to be honest.

Olympic road race champion from the 1992 Barcelona games, Pascal Hervé has died (I know, I should give a link but it’s Christmas Day and the internet is on holiday). Apart from that he was primarily known for various doping offences. Well, obviously - it was the 1990s. Edit: I’m talking bollocks. He didn’t win it, the ill-fated Fabio Casartelli did. But he took part, and that’s what counts.

Wasn’t it Ben Crouch’s Tavern near Oxford Street? I could well be wrong about that.

Merry Christmas, you fucking cunts.

Maybe they’re checking instant replay to see if he was safe at home.

Paul made Ronnie take the tube home with the hoi polloi? Get back (to Richmond Park, or is it Little Venice these days).

The minute you let ‘em under your skin, then you begin to make it better.

Despite having had one of the most dominant years in cycling history, Tadej Pogacar wasn’t even nominated for the SPOTY World Star award. I guess the clue is in this thread’s subtitle. Armstrong and his predecessors have cast a long, permanent shadow over the sport. Yeah, I’d rate Eddy ahead of Rik. And everyone else.

I found myself (inaudibly) humming Another Rock n Roll Christmas, and misremembered it as being by Shakin Stevens or someone. But of course it’s by Gary Glitter, which is why it’ll never be played in public EVER AGAIN! Even if you surreptitiously listen on YouTube or Spotify, they’ll come for you in the middle of the night… and you will never be heard from again… Having said that, it’s hardly an essential artwork.

A receiver who struck fear into the hearts of us Packer backers, in the same way Justin Jefferson does today. Also memorable for the faux-mooning celebration and Joe Buck’s ludicrous reaction to it. I hope Randy can beat it like he did many a defensive back in his career.

Cilla was all those awful things and more, but you can’t really hang ‘faux Scouse’ at her door. Duncan Norvelle, the name rings a bell, but I’ve just watched a routine on 3-2-1 and, er, it’s even worse than Ted Rogers’ schtick.

I was wrong. He was too busy scoffing a Big Mac to notice the rozzers sneaking up on him.

I hope he had a Damascene conversion as he fled, but it’s unlikely.