Star Crossed

StarCrossed. I'd tried to create a login with a space between the two words, i.e. Star Crossed, but it didn't work so I tried again without the space, and I'm stuck with it as is. The name came to me in a daydream. I'd been reading the DL as a guest for a while, but never really thought of a decent user name. Then, while I was thinking about something entirely different, the name just came to me. "Star", as in famous person, "Crossed", as in they're dead now, so they've got a cross on their grave/coffin (or, alternatively, when they die they are "crossed off" the deathlist). Also, Starcrossed, as in ill-fated. I then went to find an avatar based on the name. I couldn't find a decent avatar, so ended up with the rather bland one I now use. My avatar disappoints me every time I see it. I'm jealous of Tempus Fugit's classic stormy Big Ben look, or my personal favourite, Anubis' (Carlos the) Jackal photo, which I though was a stroke of evil genius. One day, maybe, just maybe, I'll find an avatar that better suits my name. The only thing I really DON'T like about my username is the Christian symbolism. It would seem to suggest that I believe that all dead people end up with a cross on their grave or whatever. These are certainly NOT my beliefs; I wish I'd cleared this up sooner, or just thought of a better username. I don't believe in any form of deity (no, not even you, Anubis). It dismays me that my fellow DLers may have a tainted view of me, albeit on a subconscious level, based on the christo-cruxiate element of my username and avatar. The more I think about that, the more it bothers me. Maybe I'm looking too deeply into it. Maybe it's just a kick-ass DL name that could benefit from a space in the middle?

Mother, you say? Hated figure, you say? Hmmm... I can't think of anyone, off-hand, who would fit that description.

I'd quite like to see that, she was quite a looker in her prime. Seek ophthalmic help immediately. Just look at those mad eyes. Nothing wrong with the occasional toot among friends I'm sure that pupil-dilation was commonplace among the in-crowd back then. A good friend of mine (RIP Sascha Knecht) distilled some Kirschengeist (cherry brandy) roughly 15 years ago in Metzingen, Germany. This evening I've been celebrating the life of said amateur distiller by sampling some of the batch, which has been stashed away all these years. I think it has secondary-distilled in the bottle; it certainly seems stronger than when it was first finished... What's that got to do with anything, StarCrossed? Well, in classic fashion, I've ignored my earlier advice-to-self and turned up at club Deathlist half-cut and possibly tripping, thanks to said Kirschengeist. It occurs to me that the above photo of Una Stubbs may be only half the picture. The hand looks like the right hand of Twiggy, circa 1968 or so. Which begs the question, what's Twiggy doing underneath Una? One can only wonder... <one does wonder> Oh dear, I'm going to have to apologize to all the Mods/Admins again aren't I? Sorry for lowering the tone, it's the Kirschengeist talking. If it's any consolation, it's taken me around half an hour to type this correctly, fearing reprisals from the likes of honez, should my grammar or spelling be at fault. I hope I never read this thread again; I'm bound to forget this post come the dawn. Back on topic, here's one I made earlier... <StarCrossed burps>

The true meaning of my DL name is threefold:- I'm a prequel to Romeo & Juliet. I'm a publishing house, specializing in lesbian fiction. Last, and by all means least, I'm a rock'n'roll band from Kent, Ohio, whose webspace has been suspended, thanks to swift action by my jew unit.

David Jason?

How's about a threesome with Huq and Barker, please? That new northern-irish chick can join in too I suppose, as long as she doesn't speak. <note to self: alcohol + deathlist = posts i'll regret in the morning>

The blueprint for the end of the world, a "strategic scenario analysis" called Joint Vision 2020 is available in .pdf format here. The doctrine of this "final push" is quaintly termed "full spectrum dominance". This is the United States' Joint Chiefs of Staff's superb plan, whereby they eliminate any perceived threat with a "fight and win" mentality. Their victory, if it comes, will be a pyrrhic one because, in order to eliminate all threats, they must proactively destroy all possible threats. Can anyone think of a recent example of proactive US "threat elimination at all costs"? Hands up... Strategically speaking, China represents the biggest threat to total US dominance of all global resources. Ergo, China, in or around 2020, will be the focus for the start of armageddon, because the political lap-dogs who claim to run the USofA will unswervingly heed their in-bred, ultra-xenophobic judaeo-christian military masters once more. Some americans wonder why the rest of the world tires of their bullsh1t. I don't. Do you? Oh dear, that turned into a bit of a rant, didn't it? Oh well... [cocky] I'm right, and anyone who disagrees with me is wrong. What's good for the goose... [/cocky]

Sounds like a Craig David song... Did he chill on Sunday too? Must end my sycophantic post-whoring phase soon, but not before I tell you that the above post by Mr. Rick made me spit tea all over my monitor and keyboard. Fvck1ng Cra1g D4vid... "craaaiig daaaaaavid!" His name is synonymous in my household with everything that's wrong with our world. I wish there was a credible reason to put him on the 2006 DL, just so I could have the satisfaction of seeing him there.

It would appear that she is not completely alone. Quoting wikipedia: "In recent years, Taylor has reportedly become closely attached to her pet dog, saying that she goes nowhere without her little Maltese named Sugar. In an interview with American magazine W, Taylor said she was happiest while with husbands Todd and Burton, but now has to be content with her Maltese dog, Sugar, for company. She explains, "I've never loved a dog like this in my life. It's amazing. Sometimes I think there's a person in there. There's something to say for this kind of love - it's unconditional." The story is now just a tad more tragic. "Unconditional"? No, Liz, the word you are looking for is "Bestiality". Larry Fortensky knows a thing or two about that...

He did promise, though, that the next show will be from his home in Selsey. We can all look forward to some concentrated study of his condition and temperament during that show, I'm sure. I have a minor Patrick Moore-related anecdote which I'd like to share with you all. Whilst working as a waiter at the Beaumont Hotel many, many moons ago, I had the pleasure of serving breakfast to Patrick Moore and his friend, the late Norris McWhirter. Mr. Moore asked me, very politely as you'd expect from the quintessential (albeit rabidly xenophobic) english gentleman, if I could bring him another two sausages. He'd found his breakfast "highly palatable", especially the sausages. I hurried to the kitchen and asked chef for another two sausages for Mr. Moore. Chef came back, lightning-quick, with a quip that had me and the other staff pissing ourselves with laughter, "Two more sausages? That MUST be a record! Quickly, call Norris McWhirter..." I still chuckle to this day, thinking of Patrick's record-breaking breakfast request. As I said, a minor anecdote.

The caption underneath Best's photo in this BBC article dated 19th August 2002 says it all... Presumably he said that every single time he sobered up and the full gravity of his hangover began to take its toll. Déja-vu all over again? Let's get him on the 2006 DL. As an aside, the article also states that he required 40 units of blood during the marathon 10-hour transplant op. As a regular blood donor (I know, I know, I'm on remarkably shaky moral high-ground here) I'm dismayed that so much useful blood was given to this living, breathing example of why some people should have "Do Not Resuscitate" tattooed on their foreheads. He surely has nothing left to contribute to society. Put him on a Glenlivet I.V. and let him slip away.

Butt this one is grater still. Sorry, couldn't resist. Flippant posts like this are the last thing that Joe needs right now. My next post will be on topic.

You're not the only one, Cerberus. Susie Dent is style and demureness personified; almost a reason to watch the show in her own right. [mea culpa] I am at a loss as to why I would reveal this to complete strangers, but I actually have a signed photo of Susie Dent. They presumably have plenty of perverts (not that I'm one of them ) asking for this type of paraphenalia; she's wearing the most abhorrent multi-coloured blouse and almost scowling in the photo, I presume to deter any further stalking-related advances. [/mea culpa] btw Cerberus, your avatar is pure class. A three-headed, three-arsed guard-dog? Woof! (woof! woof!)

Superb. Your effort will, almost certainly, be rewarded with post-twuntity.

I read all of that. Very entertaining, although it probably took me around 20 minutes, time which would have been better lost due to alcohol abuse. Anyone for Pimms?

Well, I don't wish to get drawn into a big debate about this, windsor, but... Grammar is never an issue with Countdown as it never involves any phrasing, just single words. Spelling IS an issue, and Honez' strict adherence to correctness in this area would be beneficial, although not necessary, given Ms. Dent's professional lexicographical bent. Just to clear this up (as I appear to have exposed myself as a time-served Countdown watcher) I was fortunate enough to have given up the daily commute (well, I reduced it from 30 miles to 30 feet) some years ago and work from home nowadays. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Given your recent tendency toward the statistical, windsor and, given your unfeasibly high post-numbers, perhaps you'd be good at the numbers game?

Remind me to never annoy you. Just don't mention Des Lynam and Countdown

Wrong! I admit my proposal might be a tad annoying, but it is certainly not pointless. How else would we evaluate potential candidates? By the number of soccer scores they've read out on telly? No. If we have to have just one, my vote would be Brandreth. He has the "wooly jumper" thing going on, just like Whiteley had his multitude of neck-ties. He's been on the show 279 times so he knows his way around the coffee machine in the green room, Susie Dent's used to his smell, Carol finds him charming, and I believe he used to be Whiteley's english teacher. Oh, no, wait, that was Russell Harty. But you get my point, I hope...

Des Lynam can get f**ked in no uncertain terms. What credentials has he for this show? Know something about football, does he? What? I'm not ashamed to say I was an occasional Countdown viewer. The thing with Countdown is that it was always a bit tongue-in-cheek about itself; it had its own in-jokes and a subtle, gentle, often self-deprecating humour. I am of the opinion that (if the show IS to continue) there should be a "rotation system", employing some of the old Dictionary Corner dwellers on a week-by-week basis, such as Gyles Brandreth, Geoffrey Durham, Phillip Franks, Kathryn Apanowicz (Whiteley's widow, an annoying lady but it might make for poignant television), Richard Digance, Keith Barron, Barry Cryer et al. And, of course, Susie Dent, the one true "celebrity" lexicographer, to preside over Dictionary Corner. <calm down, StarCrossed, calm down... they're only JOKING about Lynam...>

So, Ron, itinerant poetry teacher? in the armed forces? fugutive from justice? Here's my autobiographical haiku... came into the world amazed by all its glory tried to protect it

Ian Huntley's getting into poetry these days, is he? Kills time, I suppose...

f**k you "deathlist", u worthles f**kin bunch of sick f**kin c**ts, brian harveys a living ledgend and if he dyes, weather it be by missfortune or personal carelessness, he'll always be remembred, unlike u twisted f**king sickos. just cos he puked up a jacket spud and fell out the car, your havin a larf at his expence. i hope you all get ill on rancid potatoe and fall out of a f**king train, you sick f**king perverts. he's a musisian, a poet and a real celibrity and his lasting impact on the music world will outlive all of you pointles, worthless c**ts, just like jimmy hendrix, james dean and my mate pete doher... Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Tish Hardwick. I'm FAR more proud of my porn star name than my real name.

I sincerely hope not. If he IS living my last days, I want them back. I may need them someday, probably towards the end of my life. On second thoughts, my last days will most likely be miserable and painful, JKG's welcome to them. He can have my last fortnight for all I care...