The Pooka
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How should DeathList commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of the biggest triple celebrity death weekend of all time?
Six and a half years later, I will explain Pooka's joke to Magere.
You'll be delighted to learn that I read some of his books.My point was rather that I was an infant when he died. That, and a joke. Oh well.regards,Hein
Author of Brave New World, Crome Yellow, After Many A Summer etc. Rather well known in an Anglo-Californian sort of way.
Who?......... and, of course, everyone remembers where they were when Aldous Huxley died.
The passing of Huxley (and that of another famous early British fantasy/SF writer, C. S. Lewis), which would normally have been big news, was completely overshadowed by the fact that JFK was assassinated that same weekend.PS - it was also the weekend that Dr Who debuted on television, so quite a momentous time for SF afficionados.How sweet that the joke was explained some years later. I hadn't realised that Dr Who started that same weekend. I believe it means that I can recall the events of two consecutive days 50 years ago. I'm unsure why that impresses me.
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Pulphack! I remember your excellent posts. Or should I say I remember that your posts were excellent? The substance of them eludes me now. I shall do a quick search to refresh my memory. I popped back in the last fortnight too after a gap of a few years. It's great fun re-visiting threads from yesteryear that I'd forgotten. Possibly because I was pissed at the time. This site always had a nice balance between witty eccentrics and driven obsessives.
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Listen up mate im well proper impoverished, once the tags off can you show me how to knock stuff off? you owe me one I created this thread it has turned out to be like the welcoming burger van that greets you on the outside or something. all the gangs here
Gosh. It's Bill Sikes! Keep to the straight and narrow Zorders. Roughhouse leads to tears as Nanny used to tell me.
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My dear Lord Nelson! All a silly misunderstanding. It's good to be back on Deathlist: the home of the morbid gambler. One certainly misses so much news when one is out of circulation. Now that I'm out I'm certainly looking forward to catching up with old friends like Max Clifford and dear old Rolf. im sure they'll put me in the picture regarding events outside the walls!
Pooka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Come, come. We are all different: but we are all special.
This has made my day, I take it you won your appeal, Sir.
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Come, come. We are all different: but we are all special.
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Following Simon McCorkindale's death it appears that Susan George also has cancer - in the arms!! get her on the 2011 list.
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/5/20101015/tuk-ca...wi-45dbed5.html
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moved to dl 2010
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Happy birthday to The Pooka (wherever you are)Why thank you, HCW. You are most thoughtful.
Pooka!!!
When did they let you out, fella?
You really must learn to behave yourself!!
Welcome back.
Its good to be back, LFN. Hope you people are all well.
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Sorry guys - forgot to post that John Hartson was on Radio 5 live yesterday - Gabby Roslin show I think - only heard a bit of it. Still sounds like he is fully top-side of his recovery.Hmm, not Radio Five dead then. He's in my DDP team. Bad pick.
Mmmmmm.... Is he a gunner or a goner? Or, more accurately, an ex-gunner and an ex-goner? (see what I did there?).
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There's a thread elsewhere about the lack of action amongst the newbies, suggesting - perhaps - they lack the quality of a few of the old timers. Clocking your post above Kaylia I have to say, you are DEFINITELY ONE OF US.Tarry awhile and stay sick!
Fair point Mary.
Hopefully others will follow.
Looking back on this thread, I do wonder what happened to The Pooka.
That fellow was fuggin class!
Did he used to live in Bridgend?
Just had a quick look at his profile, he hasn't been on here for in almost a year, and he does list suicide amongst his interests....
The Pooka is here - and he too wonders what happened to him........ long story. No I never lived in Bridgend - though the suicide cluster excited me. However, I suspect (give or take the odd imitation) that random events will lead to little pockets here and there. It happens with rare cancers. Lot of interest in Leukaemia in Ferndown once (10 miles away). Downwind from an atomic energy plant etc. But it was based on a total of 3 or 4 people - and was followed by ten years of zilch.
..... though if you've ever been to Ferndown you may suspect that the locals would welcome death (15,000 people, a newsagent and a betting shop).
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Happy birthday to The Pooka (wherever you are)Why thank you, HCW. You are most thoughtful.
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There's a thread elsewhere about the lack of action amongst the newbies, suggesting - perhaps - they lack the quality of a few of the old timers. Clocking your post above Kaylia I have to say, you are DEFINITELY ONE OF US.Tarry awhile and stay sick!
Fair point Mary.
Hopefully others will follow.
Looking back on this thread, I do wonder what happened to The Pooka.
That fellow was fuggin class!
Did he used to live in Bridgend?
Just had a quick look at his profile, he hasn't been on here for in almost a year, and he does list suicide amongst his interests....
The Pooka is here - and he too wonders what happened to him........ long story. No I never lived in Bridgend - though the suicide cluster excited me. However, I suspect (give or take the odd imitation) that random events will lead to little pockets here and there. It happens with rare cancers. Lot of interest in Leukaemia in Ferndown once (10 miles away). Downwind from an atomic energy plant etc. But it was based on a total of 3 or 4 people - and was followed by ten years of zilch.
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... However a quick walk past the rest-home, or whatever it is didn't reveal much.Well unless you can see through walls, it wouldn't would it?
Have they stopped putting windows in rest homes then?
Went past there again a few days ago and still didn't see him.
And, yes i am so bored at work that I'm reading the first few pages of this thread over again.
Never boring! After so much time its like an old friend. God bless R.O'S.
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Is the Pooka dead?I hope not, he put together one of the best posts Ive ever read here or anywhere else for that matter.
EDIT: Just looked back on some of his posts.
Sheer quality!
Why thank you Lord Fellatio.
Not dead ......... alas. But where I've been there were times, over the last 18 moths, when I envied the dead! Needless to say a minor misunderstanding involving my presence in a celebrity's back garden has led to me lacking the degree of liberty that I would normally crave. All sorted now .................
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....or, as an alternative...Nice girls not one with a defect,
Cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct.
Red dogs under illegal legs.
She looks so good that he gets down and begs.
She is watching the detectives.
"ooh, he's so cute!"
She is watching the detectives
when they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
They beat him up until the teardrops start,
but he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart.
Long shot of that jumping sign,
Visible shivers running down my spine.
Cut to the baby taking off her clothes.
Close-up of the sign that says,"We never close"
You snatch a tune and match a cigarette,
She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet.
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake.
chorus
You think you're alone until you realize you're in it.
Now fear is here to stay. Love is here for a visit.
They call it instant justice when it's past the legal limit.
Someone's scratching at the window. I wonder who is it?
The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents
who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter's disappearance.
Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay,
It only took my little fingers to blow you away.
Just like watching the detectives.
Don't get cute!"
It's just like watching the detectives.
I get so angry when the teardrops start,
But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart.
Watching the detectives.
It's just like watching the detectives.
One of the best ones.
Too true. 'She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake'. What a good line.
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Great. Thanks for reminding me Pooka.Yes.though I found your link a little disappointing. I had always assumed that Tavares consisted of England cricketer Chris Tavare and his family.
http://content-uk.cricinfo.com/england/con...ayer/21466.html
Well moustached , sir.
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These are more thoughts and writings.The performer in ourselves.
Thank you BS for sharing that with us. It operates on many levels and has certainly evoked a visceral reaction within me. I wonder, given that you dedicated a small rhyme to Godot, whether there is any chance of a poem dedicated to me at some time. Or do you not do requests?
Ignore your detractors and keep writing my son - we are glimpsing your very soul!
Is this soul, by any chance, prefixed with the letter R?
LFN........ really! I am disappointed with your cynicism. Though many, I am sure, hanker after a snatch of the BS R-soul.
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Eliot Ness gets a mention in a surprising number of rap songsIn the 1992 song performed by Eric B. & Rakim titled "Know The Ledge" which is the theme to Juice starring Tupac Shakur:
Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,
Putting brothers to rest like Eliot Ness
Cause I don't like stress
In the opening of the 1996 Tupac Shakur and Dr. Dre song "California Love":
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
In the 1996 Fugees song "Ready or Not" in Lauryn Hill's verse:
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess
Capture your bounty like Eliot Ness
In the 1999 Prince Paul song featuring Everlast titled "The Men in Blue":
I got spics sellin' nicks in the LES
I stay untouchable like my name's Eliot Ness
In the second verse of the 2005 Proof song "Clap Wit Me":
Eliot Ness to these f*****g gangstas and killas,
bankin they millions they all wankstas and squealas
In the 2005 Phatal song "Outlaws":
So picture that, me and Chin resemble the best,
We outlaws, while y'all kids is Eliot Ness
In the 2006 song "Untouchables" by DMX:
U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S,
Sheek the new Eliot Ness
In the 2006 Styles P song featuring Snype Life, Straw and Bully titled "Discipline":
Knockin' A Tribe Called Quest
I'm comin for you bad guys like I'm Eliot Ness
In the Plan B song "Kidz", featured on the soundtrack of Kidulthood:
I'm untouchable like Eliot Ness
Ahhh. Detectives in songs. It reminds me of:
Whodunit
Who stole my baby
Whodunit
Everyone in the room looks shady
Whodunit
Who stole my girl from me (Yeah)
Whodunit
Who took my honey
Whodunit
I know the motive was not funny
Whodunit
It's a bedside mystery (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, where's the phone to call Sherlock Holmes
[somebody took my baby]
I've been framed by what's his name
and he's gettin' away Charlie Chan, see if you can
Help me find those two, won't you
Where were you on the night of the 12th
[i was by myself]
She went dancin' in the dark,
somebody stole her heart Ellery Queen if you're so keen
Won't you help me find my sweet thing (Yeah, yeah)
Whodunit
Who stole my baby
Whodunit
Everyone in the room looks shady
Whodunit
Who stole my girl from me (Yeah)
Whodunit
(Whodunit)
Who took my honey
Whodunit
I know the motive was not funny
Whodunit
(Whodunit)
It's a bedside mystery
The place is surrounded
[The place is surrounded]
Nobody leaves till I found her
[Nobody leaves till I found her]
Until this case is solved
It's up against the wall, you all
Whodunit
(I wonder, wonder who)
Who stole my baby
Whodunit
(Whodunit)
Everyone in the room looks shady
Whodunit
(I wonder who, was is you)
Who stole my girl from me
(Hey Baretta, won't you please go get her)
Whodunit
(For cryin' out loud)
Who took my honey
Whodunit
(Somebody call McCloud)
I know the motive was not funny
Whodunit
(Where is my baby)
It's a bedside mystery
(Yeah, Kojak won't you bring her back)
Whodunit
(Ironside, don't you let her slide)
Who stole my baby
Whodunit
(Tell Dirty Harry)
Everyone in the room looks shady
(We're supposed to get married)
Whodunit
Who stole my girl from me
(From me, from me
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These are more thoughts and writings.The passing of existence.
The realization
a mindset has vanished.
An ironic moment.
When the insecurities of consciousness are exposed
and our dreams enter the realms of reality.
My ego revived itself
in an instance, during a competitive thought.
I analyzed the strategy of my enemies in desperation
and it was then where I had become
somebody else for survival.
Within those days of battling thoughts
a determination outside of myself manifested.
I could see who I was and it was then
where I found contentment.
A born leader. An influence.
His suffering has given him the sacred
gift of understanding.
A voice of knowledge and a savior
to those who stand alone.
One who cannot be affected
by the cruelty human beings unleash.
One who demonstrates a lawless
act of which saves those in doubt.
One who stands unbroken to those
who challenge the greatness of his ability.
One who cannot be fazed by those
who burn in his light.
A real life occurrence will project inside your brain.
It will have meaning that will transform itself as
you grow to understand the circumstances
which have prevailed.
The prime moment.
Hands raised with intensity.
Emotion building in our bodies.
Raw energy which surrounds us.
Words which fulfill us.
The performer in ourselves.
Thank you BS for sharing that with us. It operates on many levels and has certainly evoked a visceral reaction within me. I wonder, given that you dedicated a small rhyme to Godot, whether there is any chance of a poem dedicated to me at some time. Or do you not do requests?
Ignore your detractors and keep writing my son - we are glimpsing your very soul!
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Keeper.However if Banshees reads the thread again fom the start, surely it is obvious who falls into which category? Aren't we just repeating ourselves again and again and again?
Agreed. This thread is repeating itself and I feel it has run it's course, if no one objects I'll close it in a couple of hours.
Agreed - its full of last word freaks (note to self - repeat message for next couple of hours).
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You weren't out and about "researching" the other day, au naturale, perchance?Honez, would you permit me to be a pedante française? I wouldn't usually but I know how much you love a pedant. It's au naturel. Ce n'est pas au naturale. We can't be having Delboy anglicisms now can we?
(If there are any errors above, they are clearly deliberate
)Well Mono, the problem with pedantry is that there's always someone with a version of Asperger's that's a little more troubling than your own. I believe that the French for pedant is pédant. Its masculine as are you. So that should be pédant français. Or should it?
True too true.
Yes there is an accent too but I was too lazy to go find it, my laptop can be a bit adversed to them. Truth be told, pédant I think is an adjective but could be the noun as well, I haven't got a scooby. If it is the noun, I'd be okay with the pédante française last time I checked.
Well, except for the fact that I am British.All in all guilty as charged Monsieur.
.......... and how should you be punished my lad?
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I don't think I like the tone of your euphamism there LFN. Men who 'walk their dogs' are more likely to discover dead bodies in the undergrowth rather than indulge in any sort of al-fresco bummery.I did hear that Studland Bay was popular with men who "walked their dogs".Pooka, dear chap, could you confirm this?
Regards
LFN
Hmm.
I only asked because Im sure I read somewhere that this spot was a prime location for bonking couples to be "observed" by men ( who, purely by chance, were coming from miles around to walk their dogs).
I do appologise if I gave the impression that men only went there to practice the ancient art of fudge packing.
I think that you are right, LFN. Studland, having developed its reputation as a nudist beach, began to attract what we once called browners and has, subsequently, been a hotspot for dogging.
Needless to say, the Pooka steers clear of such debauchery, visiting Studland only to play cricket on its magnificently sited pitch and, once, to take the late Mrs Pooka for a walk to Old Harry Rocks from which, alas, she took an unfortunate and fatal tumble.
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You weren't out and about "researching" the other day, au naturale, perchance?Honez, would you permit me to be a pedante française? I wouldn't usually but I know how much you love a pedant. It's au naturel. Ce n'est pas au naturale. We can't be having Delboy anglicisms now can we?
(If there are any errors above, they are clearly deliberate
)Well Mono, the problem with pedantry is that there's always someone with a version of Asperger's that's a little more troubling than your own. I believe that the French for pedant is pédant. Its masculine as are you. So that should be pédant français. Or should it?
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Dorset correspondent reporting for duty, Sir.Good gracious MPFC, good to see you attending the local Gay Pride rally. You were only a couple of miles from my home and would have passed the end of my road to get there. How tantalising. I suspect that rather than Sandbanks you would have been a couple of hundred yards across the harbour entrance at the nudist beach at Studland.
Your fellow may have had his penis surgically removed. I saw one cut off about 20 years ago. Cancer of the cock. The poor guy worked with petrochemicals (unlike catering a job where its better to wash the hands before you piss). They re-shape things and leave you needing to sit down to piss and otherwise looking feminine. Of course, he may have chosen to lose his pudenda in order to offer a shapely profile - or a receptive orifice - or to lose weight. Who knows?
BTW, Mono the good old English plural of penis would be penises. Those with a Latin affectation could go for penes (as in testis and testes). But peni - no.
Yep, I think you're right Pooka. It was indeed the beach on Studland Bay as we wandered the length of it to get to a country pub, doubtless somewhere also familiar to you. I'm guessing the bloke I saw will be well known to a few locals given his combination of physical oddness and willingness to share this with a passing audience.
The Bankes Arms, no doubt - touristy alas. Well I've wandered that nudist beach for years (as part of a small unfunded research project) and have never seen a bloke with a twat chap with the curious anatomy that you describe.
Richard O'Sullivan
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So where are we with Dickie? This thread has gone rather quiet, I must say.