Tempus Fugit

Edward Frend motorcycle racer known as "TT Ted". He was one of Brooklands last racing heroes. Died about a month ago, aged 89. (I don't think this has been mentioned previously, at least not according to the search facility).

Do you mean this post? If so: different thread. regards, Hein Perhaps all the Allen Carr posts in that thread could be added to this one. [Done - ff]

55.92 seconds, is that good or bad? Yes, it is. regards, Hein Thanks for clearing that up Hein, I was worried that it might be mediocre. Help the GOP to Hide the Perv

55.92 seconds, is that good or bad?

Good work CP, now for the errors; Michael Mayne is he really a Canadian? I selected Billy Graham and Maggie Thatcher, but on those candidates pages that doesn't show. On Allen Carr's page (at the bottom) it has him selected by the wrong team. Now for the issues of contention; The famous for being famous deduction, I'd argue that is shouldn't be applied to Ruby Muhammad as she is famous for her position within the Nation of Islam. I note that Andrew Chan isn't classed as being famous for being famous but Mirza Hussain is, why so? Marie Smith Jones is surely only famous because she outlived her contemporaries, making her famous for being famous.

Mata Hari rejected me, all because I gave her some pasties. Pasties not good enough for her I suppose.

http://www.georgemelly.com/ George's site has now got a forum, with all of 3 members.

Tamara Dobson star of the blaxploitation film Cleopatra Jones. Dead aged 59.

No.20 on the list.

Yes a revolting and increasingly bizarre regime, they almost make North Korea look rational. Still, Burma has some lovely pagodas, they must be a real comfort to its people.

Yes. I was discussing it in chat, and a couple of days later his campaign started. He provoked me into kicking him as to have an excuse to start the campaign. A real Prince then.

Glad to assist the sandal-clad plagiarists. I used to teach a 10 day degree level unit just on suicide, self-harm and self-mutilation. It was a scream. Its also one of those easy subjects where people just don't get bored with the topic. Are tattoos classed as self-mutilation?

General Frantisek Fajtl a legendary Czech WWII fighter pilot, who fought in the Battle of Britain. Dead aged 94.

Lady Hutchinson, died recently. She and Ted acted as cover for each other.

Acquainted with the Night by: Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

Please don't use the word celeb to describe Ian Huntley. The day he appears in "Hello" magazine, is the day I'll know that civilisation really is doomed.

83 Today Can't be too long now, before they're taking his gun from his cold dead hands.

Carthorse is a pub regular, and it's not even in Maryport.

Weakling! Barely a fortnight away and you buckled! Poor show, old bean! Unfair, it's been weeks and I tried so hard. I tried to give up booze once, I lasted 6 days before relapse. The end is nigh, I know it to be so. Time for a little sleep, or a very long one if circumstances dictate.

I tell you Godot it creeps up on you, this alcoholism, just looking at my consumption today is frightening, half a bottle of scotch and a quarter of a bottle of gin. Good lord how did this come about. Just managed a bottle of wine myself, not in your league. I found that the best way to avoid the bottle was to stop working. I don't think it is any coincidence that my workload has gone up recently. There is a natural flow to this: work = booze = less work = happiness. It's the stress I tell you Godot, will it never end. I never used to be a drinker, but lately I'm getting through half a bottle of spirits a day. I feel nothing, oh lord help me I'm numb. Get off the spirits and on to something that lasts a bit longer like wine. Still, it never stopped Churchill. Have a cigar. I wish it were that simple but I have never been partial to cigars. I'm on the slippery slope, I think my time is fast running out.

I tell you Godot it creeps up on you, this alcoholism, just looking at my consumption today is frightening, half a bottle of scotch and a quarter of a bottle of gin. Good lord how did this come about. Just managed a bottle of wine myself, not in your league. I found that the best way to avoid the bottle was to stop working. I don't think it is any coincidence that my workload has gone up recently. There is a natural flow to this: work = booze = less work = happiness. It's the stress I tell you Godot, will it never end. I never used to be a drinker, but lately I'm getting through half a bottle of spirits a day. I feel nothing, oh lord help me I'm numb.

I tell you Godot it creeps up on you, this alcoholism, just looking at my consumption today is frightening, half a bottle of scotch and a quarter of a bottle of gin. Good lord how did this come about.

Oh god I'm an alcoholic. Half a bottle of scotch gone in a few hours, lordy, lordy. It all started so well, bugger, bugger, bugger.

Slough in context, to hell with Ricky Gervais. Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. Swarm over, Death! Come, bombs and blow to smithereens Those air -conditioned, bright canteens, Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans, Tinned minds, tinned breath. Mess up the mess they call a town— A house for ninety-seven down And once a week a half a crown For twenty years. And get that man with double chin Who'll always cheat and always win, Who washes his repulsive skin In women's tears: And smash his desk of polished oak And smash his hands so used to stroke And stop his boring dirty joke And make him yell. But spare the bald young clerks who add The profits of the stinking cad; It's not their fault that they are mad, They've tasted Hell. It's not their fault they do not know The birdsong from the radio, It's not their fault they often go To Maidenhead And talk of sport and makes of cars In various bogus-Tudor bars And daren't look up and see the stars But belch instead. In labour-saving homes, with care Their wives frizz out peroxide hair And dry it in synthetic air And paint their nails. Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough To get it ready for the plough. The cabbages are coming now; The earth exhales

Torment poor bastard gas rig workers, just to get in the Guinness book of World Records. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/5396970.stm