Gunjaman5000

This very nice looking Japanese vodka would have been great if I’d only looked at it, unfortunately it tasted of sadness and disappointment. I got through though, I’m not a quitter.

The sad passing of NZ Cricketer Dick Motz, duly reported in the 'dead' thread by the always excellent DDT, has made me think that the late Mr Motz must have been one of the last generation of Richards who would willingly call themselves Dick. Judging by the roll of names at Gunjaboy's school, one'd be hard pressed to find a Richard these days let alone a Dick. Two famous dicks that spring to mind are Dick Cheney, US Vice President and the splendidly named Dick Pound, chairman of the World Anti-Doping Agency. Are there enough Dicks left to warrant a dead Dick thread?

First Cliff Richard and now this. Missing Anyone else have chills multiplying?

People that say “The powers to be” instead of “The powers that be”. I work with one. What a fucking idiot.

Does anyone else find this a bit much?

Ah. Excellent choice, I heartily approve.

Anyone do the 'Tombstone Cowboy' gag yet?

Thanks smokers! This shits me. Stop being mean to smokers, give them a hug, shake their hands and thank them for paying tons of extra tax and dying early.

Not as bad as we thought? Isn't not breathing a respiratory problem? It's probably not so much the 'rope-a-dope' as the 'give-'em-all-false-hope-a-dope'. Best of luck to him though, what an athlete.

With great sadness I agree. What a batting sensation he was, when he and the great Richard Hadlee wiped condescending smiles from the all-conquering Aussies' faces. The inventor of one of T20's forerunners 'Cricket Max' (look it up, coding's shit on the tablet), he made a huge impact on the game both as a player, and instead of taking the path of administrator, he became a broadcaster who gave us the hit and giggle game purists pretend to dislike. As much as I hate to say it, sure thing for 2015.

Gunjaboy's friend's mother asked her son what LOL means as the boys have the mildly annoying habit of saying it at every nerve grating opportunity. "Lots of love mum" the chum told her. A few weeks later when a family friend died and the mother said "Oh you poor thing. LOL." at the funeral. Laugh? I nearly shat myself.

Due to my boundless maturity, whenever anyone talks about someone 'passing' or having 'passed', I like to silently add the word 'wind' afterwards. Only with great effort could I keep a straight face when a work-mate told me his grandmother had 'passed'. I'm sad for him but really wish he'd had the nads to say 'died'. A euphemism for a euphemism? Good Lord.

I've always found this a funny way of putting things; 'Leave alone you big nosed doctoring cunt, you dress badly and the curtains don't match the decor. That's what I think of your half baked clinic..' Critical? They wouldn't know the half of it.

That's the stuff Tempus, good to see you're getting into the spirit of things. Merry Christmas to you too.

Spoke to what one might call an 'unrepentant Afrikaner' yesterday who reckons Mandela died in July/August and has been kept on ice until the infrastructure could be put in place for the funeral and after-match function. Anyone else heard anything similar?

I would like to suggest 'Mad' Mike Hoare, for no other reason than he's quite old and will certainly pass the 'famous enough' test.

Bloody hell another old retainer gone. Who's next, Clive Dunn?

Two of the older guys at work were talking about the sad news the other day; "Gee Cyril, all that jail food must have agreed with him." "Why's that mate?" "I don't know anybody that's lived to the age of ninety five." Priceless.

I really liked the Sex Pistols' reunion tour 'Filthy Lucre'. Up front about the whole thing, not trying to hide behind any pretentious clap-trap or altruistic drivel-driven-money.Gold medal for honesty Gents, take another bow.

That's half of the team that made Starsky and Hutch look like a pair of half arsed amateurs gone. Hell of a shame. Smarter, tougher and infinitely cooler, helped along by the . Wailing horns, screaming guitar, balding Scottish man sensibly dressed in tweed, it's got everything.Good on you Lewis, a very sad day.

I transferred all my compact discs to my whizz-bang new tablet the other day and was stoked to hear this from the Toy Dolls, Sunderland's finest. I was genuinely very surprised to find it still on YouTube and pleased too, just quitely (although there's no video as such, only a still from an old album cover). Posting an audio file is far beyond my limits of ability and patience. While I'm on a roll, two posts in a month - Star Crossed would cack himself; now that the Savile thread has become by default the 'Used to be on telly and now waiting buttocks clenched for the police to get in touch' Thread, how about altering the title to The Sir Jimmy Savile Memorial Paedo Threado, or some such. Your one stop dirty old man shop? Anyone?

Bloody hell, that's a bit of a shock. Had anyone picked him? Very good Hein, very good indeed.

Currently in the Margaret River area of south west Western Australia suffering from Occupational Overuse Syndrome of the wallet. Last domestic holiday I'm not sad to say, it'll be Bali next year to see what all the fuss is about.

Poor old Joost. I was about to post a similar link but checked first, hence this garbled nonsense. The part that really gave me the shits in the usually reliable New Zealand Herald was; For fuck's sake, there's even a picture, Green and white! Green and fucking white!!! Australia's Green and Gold not South Africa. They both play rugby like girls though.

I can't think of the Nolans without associating them with the Two Ronnies, were they regular guests? Or can I only remember the one episode they appeared on? Either way, it's sad that one fifth of one group has caught up with half of the other. I suppose then it's goodnight from me and it's goodnight from her. Goodnight.