Gordon Comstock

Won't be long before the clean sweep.. It's not like there is a curse of Bjørge Lillelien. Four of the eight were already dead when he said it. Five, actually....only Diana, Henry Cooper and Maggie were alive at the time. You're right of course. For some reason I was confusing Eden with Macmillan

Won't be long before the clean sweep.. It's not like there is a curse of Bjørge Lillelien. Four of the eight were already dead when he said it.

Looks like Peter Tatchell's mate is on his last legs: Mugabe losing the battle against cancer.

Charlie Watts looked a bit shakey on Jools Holland tonight. Boogie-woogie is all very nice but it really doesn't require the stamina or power of a street fighting man.

What prescience honez: Pugwash creator Ryan dies aged 88 Of course, all that nonsense about Seaman Staynes, Master Bates and Roger the cabin boy was just an invention of that bloke who used to be funny, Victor Lewis Smith.

Thanks for the recommendation - excellent reading. If it's not too late to join in with the various nominations: Lifetime acheivement: Wendy Craig - not only awful shows but a holier than thou god-botherer to boot - oh how I enjoyed it, when it turned out she'd shagged that old goat Mortimer. I found the original Russ Abbot show rather entertainingly surreal. Admittedly took a dive shortly after. As for sitcoms, surely the worst was that one, whose name thankfully escapes me, about an ineffectual young policeman who lived at home. Something like "PC Pansy" or something equally hilarious. It should have been called PC Pansy, but sadly delighted in the less memorable title of Rosie. Written by Roy Clarke, it must have bombed due to the lack of old men whizzing down Yorkshire hills in converted bathtubs. That was it. Truly execrable. But it is odd: looking at the dates on that website, I cannot understand why I would have watched it. At the time I was pogoing to the Vibrators, the Damned etc and running away from Teds on the Kings Road. Surely as an even halfhearted punk, that crap wouldn't have held my attention for more than twenty seconds.

And another thing... For those of you amused by palexandersquires' reviews on imdb, you might also find that those of neonsamurai raise a titter. I wonder if they could in any way be related?

Thanks for the recommendation - excellent reading. If it's not too late to join in with the various nominations: Lifetime acheivement: Wendy Craig - not only awful shows but a holier than thou god-botherer to boot - oh how I enjoyed it, when it turned out she'd shagged that old goat Mortimer. I found the original Russ Abbot show rather entertainingly surreal. Admittedly took a dive shortly after. As for sitcoms, surely the worst was that one, whose name thankfully escapes me, about an ineffectual young policeman who lived at home. Something like "PC Pansy" or something equally hilarious.

Anyone see him on Jonathon Woss the other night? Had difficulty walking unaided, rambled a bit but although obviously frail, probably not doing too badly for an 83 year old.

Lucky Lucan was to Goldsmith as Steve Fosset is to.... Branson? Will Private Eye have to start up a beardieballs fund?

It's a bit cloudy, but from what I can see, I'm still here in Geneva.

Maybe there should be a new thread entitled "Piers of the Realm". They're all getting to that age now where renovation becomes prohibitively expensive. If you think about ships, which are exposed to the same elements, how many are still carrying out their original function? There are one or two museum pieces, but they are very coddled. Sad as it might seem, I don't think we should grieve too much at their passing. Maintain one or two good examples maybe, but general splurging by heritage funds is pissing in the wind. There are much more worthy causes for lottery money. Opera for instance. Talking of piers that could be set afire - that Piers Morgan would be top of my list.

I live and work about 5km from CERN. If tomorrow I see a black hole coming, I'll post immediately on this board. Give you lot a few more minutes of this miserable existence. So watch this space... BTW I agree with all the mature posters here. I think it was all summed up rather amusingly in Francis Wheen's Mumbo Jumbo book. How people are prepared to believe any old bollocks without being troubled by rational thought processes.

I see the news was announced by Max Clifford. What a wonderful opportunity for her public rehabilitation. Anyone else smell a rat? My cynicism worries me sometimes.

Publisher Anthony Blond confessed that his career had been "flawed by intemperance, volatility and quarrels". Still he lasted to seventy nine and was a guarantor for Private Eye's bank account so can't have been all bad. I like this bit - Arthur Daley would have been proud: Jonathan Aitkin - what family loyalty; such a loveable chap.