Bald rick

I don't remember reading that in Wind in the Willows.

What is it recently with people (mainly unregistered people) who visit a site called deathlist and expect us to be able to give the names and addresses of the people mentioned on the site? Do they think that the moderators (or whichever other semi-deities who compile the list) contact them all before inclusion to get their approval and these details so that 'fans' (stalkers?) can be helped out. The purpose of the site is fairly clearly explained in several places, nowhere to my knowledge does it say 'this is a fan site - we have all contact details for any (semi) famous people who may or may not be close to death and we will be happy to supply them to those people who are too lazy or inept to obtain this information by other means'. (Except there, it does say that now, but never mind...) If he's an actor/ singer/ author/ comedian, he's probably got an agent. That would be a good place to start, don't you think? If he's a politician, he probably belongs to a party, why not try them? Why the hell do you feel the need to contact them anyway? What are you going to say - chances are lots of other random people will have already spouted pathetic sycophantic simperings already? Harrumph.

Why should he worry - he is after all NOTapotato.

Ooh you are a tease.

Well unless you can see through walls, it wouldn't would it? Have they stopped putting windows in rest homes then?

If you watch that with the right persective in mind it's a little bit like Josco On Ice. As splendid as it is though (and it really is) it might be nice to include a natural end or at least a warning that there will be no end. I'd like the last 10 minutes of my life back. 10 minutes!? What were you expecting? How could you stick that muzak for that long? I like the way that josco's little man seems to have grown a coat of bum-fluff too. I suppose there couldn't be an ending, as that would mean that josco's little man had gone for ever - and that'd be no good at all - especially for josco himself.

Worth rather less than tuppence, I would say.

Everybody dies - is that enough justice for you?

So was Red Rum. For most of his life.

I think the training is supposed to prevent the shuttle turning into 'a couple of hundred tons of flaming catherine-wheel'. Maybe, on the off-chance, if it does get back through the upper atmosphere NASA thought it would be a good idea to have someone on board who would be able to glide it back to base, rather than plummeting nose-first into a cornfield. Just a thought.

Really? French actor = Gerard Depardieu or maybe Jean Reno. Except Jean Reno isn't really French.

There you have it. Damn - rumbled. Anyone got any beans they want flicking?

It would appear so: Shuttle blasts off

So you are indeed a lady. It's interesting how I assume from the name and/or the avatar whether a member of this forum is male or female. I was kidding myself as I read your first posts yesterday that I knew you were female, but I don't know how much of that was caused by your avatar. I know that some members have additional information, but I hardly ever look at that. I like to think my avatar speaks for itself...

And you'll be up for the same title soon...

I'm predicting the death of this thread... Ideas for 2006

An Englishman, American and a Frenchman came across a magic lamp, which when rubbed, produced a genie, who gave them a wish each. The American went first: "I would like the soil of my country to be fertile for ever so we can produce as much food as we can ever eat." "It is done." The Frenchman was next: "I would like to have a huge wall built around our beautiful country so that we can keep all our delicious cheeses and wines for ourselves, and to stop people invading us all the time." "It is done." Then came the Englishman: "Tell me about this wall..." "Well, it's about two thousand metres high, and encloses the entire country." "Fill it with water".

So, someone not famous who was alive isn't any more... And the relevance of this is...?

When are you going away again?

I was going to post this morning and mention the name of the person who I was Googling when I first stumbled across the splendid thing that is Deathlist.net, only I completely forgot his name. I knew he had an uncommon first name, and that he was a 90+ year old journalist/ author, who one of my colleagues had mentioned one day at work last year (and who I had never heard of, hence the Googling). I tried searching through the Deathlist archive this morning, and other internet searches (difficult when you don't know the name of the person you're searching for!) to no avail, so I abandoned the post. Then I revisit the Deathlist just now, and the Chapman Pincher (for it is he) thread is near the top of the leaderboard. Uncanny. Hey ho, like anyone cares...

2. I know who my father was. Assuming he meant to say 'bastard', it has nothing to do with the fact that you know your father. A bastard is a child born to unmarried parents.

So who's the other accountant? And the lawyer?

Sorry Mr Notspud, but I'm with our resident film buff here. It's the a that is squared, then doubled, so the factorisation is correct.

I heard an entertaining definition of evil last night, at the Theatre of Science show in London: Teletubbies were created with the investment of lots of time and money, so they can be thought of as a product of time and money, ie Teletubbies = time x money But, time = money, so Teletubbies = money x money = money2 But, money is the root of all evil, ie money = √ evil Therefore, Teletubbies = evil (from Simon Singh) Scary stuff.