Boudicca

Cheers everyone! I had a terrific day, and received some great presents. Yours were by far the best, though: A message from Johnny Depp; new earrings for my avatar; jolly animations; poems and heartening messages. Wonderful! A friend of mine had forgotten it was my birthday, but after looking on DeathList to see how Tookie Williams was doing, she saw the thread and popped round later with a bottle of wine Thanks again. Bou

Ironic, really, that the one person who can save Williams is The Governator, whose fame, money and political career are all thanks to a series of movies in which he regularly killed loads of people with an armoury of automatic weapons. Fingers crossed Tookie!

Shame on you.

Interesting avator, Matt. Did you have anything to do with this? And does Mr Weatherman know about it?

I knew we would have another success.

Perhaps he was merely hoovering near her bed. Old people can be decidedly messy. All those biscuit crumbs and Werther's Originals wrappers. A bit inconsiderate vacuuming in the middle of the night, though.

Personally I'm looking forward to talking loudly throughout her one minute's silence.

I could hazard a guess

Stalk a rabbit.

This morning's headlines: BBC - Tories set to unveil new leader. Sun Online - Thatcher wins by a landslide

Godly Republican Pro-Lifers discuss Tookie Williams: Put The Big House Children's Author to Death.

What a terrible image! However, I'll see you one Sean Connery and raise you a David Hasselhoff:

Google. Pete Doherty.

Your signatures have been remakable masterpieces, I must say. "Magnificent" is not the word! I congratulate you.

Does this mean you can throw out that packet of three you bought five years ago?

Deep fried pizza.

I've been looking at your profile Lady G, and I believe this is you and your husband. Tartan stilt enthusiasts no less. The game is up.

(Bonnet tip to Captain Oates)

Hoots!

Windsor tried that. It didn't go down too well as I recall.

I didn't complete it. Got bored. I'd like to know why this question is in there though:

Dante's Inferno Test..

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?" St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move." "Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?" "That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie." "Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?" St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life." "Where's President Bush's clock?" asked the man. "Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."

I've only just discovered that my mother saw him play in 1972. She went all dreamy describing his amazingly blue eyes, and didn't take too kindly to my remarks about his amazingly yellow face.