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aka More Things to Do While Waiting for Death. Here's a predictably obvious one to begin with. I managed a reasonable 10/12 and am now a fully-qualified death expert. And the BBC's weekly sports quiz is always a winner.

That’s a nice message by his wife. I’ve always liked Say You Don’t Mind, both his and Colin Blunstone’s version.

Am I allowed to post a few songs I like to karaoke? Good, thank you. All of the Low Christmas album. Christmas Rappin’ - Kurtis Blow Most of the Spector ones, especially ‘I Saw Philly Shooting Lana Claus’ Get Me Through December - Alison Krauss SC (not that one) is Comin To Town - Brooooce I Was Born on Christmas Day - Cracknell and Burgess 2000 Miles - Pretenders Ringing the Bells for Jim - Johnny Cash Run DMC - Christmas with Mark Hollis the Greg Lake one and ofc dear departed Shane and Kirsty And I hope the fucking Darkness gets voted off quickly

Yup, midway through it. Gloriously hokey, it could barely have been any camper if they’d used Vincent Price’s embalmed corpse as a guest star.

The 'big four' minimalist composers are all edging towards their mid-70s. I wonder who'll be the first to reach the end of the drone? LaMonte Young Terry Riley Steve Reich (in the afternoon) Philip Glass ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I feel sure this can be turned into another of my posted-in-once-in-a-blue-moon backwater threads, maybe as a home for all things classical and avant-garde, just for Twelvetrees, NAP and myself. One or two other interesting names to throw out there: Pierre Boulez, angry young man of serialism (now old). Milton Babbitt, even older serialist and theorist. Estonia's finest, Arvo Pärt.

Deid, deid, deid and deid; it’s the St Andrew’s Day Massacre (props to Bou).

Not much going on today.

Already got a Maryport thread.

I’m too lazy to read through this or elsewhere, so who is the ‘racist royal’ named in the Dutch edition of some book called Endgame?

Shazza has a thread, but I'm buggered if I can find one for her hubby. Which I find a little insulting, on Ozzy's behalf. He's been in hospital for a 'minor outpatient procedure', but these days a minor op for Ozzy could be like a quintuple heart bypass for the majority of us. Of course he may well prove to be immortal, but only eternity will tell. Feel free to use this thread for Jack, Kelly and the dog (no, not Sharon) as well.

The upcoming Open Championship and the announcement of Seve’s long overdue retirement led me to wonder what old golfers are still out on the course but trudging towards the great clubhouse in the sky. The DL has a half decent record with golfers in past years (Gene Sarazen, Sam Snead, Byron Nelson) and while most of the game’s legends are either gone or not old enough (Nicklaus, Palmer, Player), there are currently, to the best of my knowledge, just 7 men who have won a Major still alive at 80+. No idea how their health is, but step forward: Tommy Bolt, 89 Kel Nagle, 86 Doug Ford, 85 Jack Fleck, 85 Jack Burke, 84 Roberto de Vicenzo, 84 Bob Rosberg, 80 None would be famous enough for the DL, but might be a consideration for other pools. Now now, don't all run at once to get involved in such a blockbuster of a thread...

If we can have football, cricket, ruggerbuggers and baseball (hell, even wrasslin') threads, I don't see why there shouldn't be a US football version. These guys are always doing drugs, shooting and raping people, organising dogfights etc, so there should be plenty of DL action for them. And we have our fair share of transatlantic members to consider, don't forget. To get the ball rolling, today saw the college football equivalent of Carlisle (or summat) beating Man Utd, as tiny Appalachian State downed mighty Michigan in one of the biggest shocks ever. No-one died, though. Go Pack, go Badgers! Edit: on reflection, this is unfair on Carlisle. A more accurate example would be Man Utd losing to the bobbins robins of Altrincham.

It’s that most wonderful time of year when @deadsox wishes us health and good cheer, and everyone calls him a cunt for murdering the Red Injuns. Go Packers!

Things have come to a sorry state of affairs when you start having DL-related dreams. Last night I imagined there was some secret portal that I could get into while the 'waiting for log-in' page was on the screen. It took me to a croquet game, which no doubt signifies some bizarre sexual perversion - all dreams do, don't they? Someone (and it might have been a DL member) hit a ball several thousand miles, but that's about all I can remember. I hope the rest of you haven't been similarly afflicted in your sleep, but I'll bet one or two have. Come on weirdos, share, whether they be connected to the DL or not. We'll get Dr StarCrossed in to analyse them.

‘I’m a Celebrity star…’ is right up there with ‘Harry Potter actor…’ as a fairly dispiriting career summary. As is ‘Midge Ure’s ex-missus…’, I suppose. I hope mine will read ‘Deathlist pioneer and occasional poster…’ in the Elham Valley Newsletter.

His protégé/lieutenant Gregory Woolley has passed away peacefully in his sleep. Nah, shot dead. https://www.cbc.ca/amp/1.7031620

I dunno if there’s a thread for this, but I thought we should document yet another way we’re heading down the path to oblivion. I still think the world will probably just outlive me, though. I hope these scientists at least have a modicum of Oppenheimer guilt. Who’s that guy who got fired from his own company today? Did a board of robots fire him? On the other hand, it’ll be a relief when AI takes over the running of VAR.

Is that the sequel to Bill Wyman’s Mandy? He’s got an hour to shuffle off before a Bob Harris/Richard Stilgoe/Rick Wakeman hybrid mutant comes along to sign his own book. Is Bill the oldest living rock star now?

Cheese is the number 1 killer of old rockers. When they say ‘heart attack’ or ‘complications from a fall’, what they really mean is ‘died from mainlining Stilton’ or ‘choked on a cheddar and pickle sandwich’. Reformed health freaks like Jon Bon Jovi and Steven Tyler both have strict ‘no cheese’ instructions on their riders.

Seems pretty harsh on Petgrave, if you’ve seen the footage. It’s like a two-week VAR decision by the filth.

We need a modern-day Guy Fawkes to slip down to the Palace of Westminster vaults. With a more successful outcome than old Guido’s, obviously. What a disgusting shower they all are.

Why isn’t it on kindle when the aliens and Carlisle books are? And why haven’t you written one about deadpooling yet?

Not the most famous nor married to a comedian, but Maria Elena Holly’s widowhood is certainly noteworthy. She knew Buddy for only 8 months before the Music Died, but has been curating his legacy/raking in the dollars for about 64 years. She did remarry, but that doesn’t disallow widowhood, right? Buddy was, relatively speaking, a veritable Solomon Grundy.

I have a feeling there used to be a thread for this, but it seems to have been decommissioned. So, here are the currently-still-breathing-and-over-85 (subject to wiki accuracy, of course) Nobel Prize laureates, all handily wiki-linked. Not household names, I grant you, but probably obit-worthy for the more discerning ‘pooler all the same. Many have been discussed in other threads, but I thought it’d be nice to drag them in under one umbrella. I’ve probably missed one or two; I’m not the most diligent of researchers. Physics: when will they quark it? Willis Lamb (Canadian Paul‘s very own CL-S), 94. Chen Ning Yang, 85. Charles Townes, 92. Aage Bohr (son of Nils), 85. Nicolaas Bloembergen, 87. Leon Lederman, 85. Jack Steinberger, 86. Norman Ramsey, 91. Hans Dehmelt, 85. Chemistry: soon to be inert? Frederick Sanger, 89. John Cornforth, 90. William Lipscomb, 87. Herbert Hauptman, 90. Jerome Karle, 89. Paul Boyer, 89. Jens Skou, 89. William Knowles, 90. John Fenn, 90. Literature: the final chapter? Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, 89. (7-time DL laureate i.e. someone you‘ve heard of) Jose Saramago, 85. Doris Lessing, 88. Only three, but they often receive it later in life, for a body of work. Peace: RIP? (hell, this stuff writes itself) Norman Borlaug, 93. Nelson Mandela, 89. Not many, as it’s often given to organisations or not given at all. That paragon of peace Kissinger doesn’t turn 85 till May. Medicine: Nurse, the screens!! Thomas Weller, 92. Andrew Huxley (Aldous‘s half-brother), 90. Francois Jacob, 87. Har Khorana, 86. Christian de Duve, 90. George Palade, 95. Rita Levi-Montalcini, 98 (oldest living laureate ) Renato Dulbecco, 93. Rosalyn Yalow, 86. Jean Dausset, 91. Robert Furchgott, 91. Edwin Krebs, 89. Joseph Murray, 87. Baruj Benacerraf, 87. Don Thomas, 87. Edmond Fischer, 87. Quite apt that the docs have the most living OAPS. Also, lots more of them, as they seem to work in teams more than other scientists. Economics: cashing their final cheque? Ronald Coase, 97. Maurice Allais, 96. Paul Samuelson, 92. Ken Arrow, 86. Larry Klein, 87. James Buchanan, 88. Douglass North, 87. Leo Hurwicz, 90. Tom Schelling, 86. (Acknowledgements: the lost Magere Hein for this and the equally disappeared Life Begins at 5 for this.)

Now, I love the Beatles as much as the next dementia-ridden pensioner and Liam Gallagher, but please make this infernal Frankensteination of them stop already. This song is shit, obviously, and should be locked away for another 45 years.