The Pooka

You make BS seem like Stephen Hawking.Please leave Bruce Springsteen out of this. Fanx.Never crossed my mind, Toastie.It appears that I killed two birds with one stone, that could refer to Banshees or even bullshit.Depending on yer mood. So where are we with Dickie? This thread has gone rather quiet, I must say.

Who? Author of Brave New World, Crome Yellow, After Many A Summer etc. Rather well known in an Anglo-Californian sort of way.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,HeinSix and a half years later, I will explain Pooka's joke to Magere. 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 should DeathList commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of the biggest triple celebrity death weekend of all time? 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.

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.

Gosh. It's Bill Sikes! Keep to the straight and narrow Zorders. Roughhouse leads to tears as Nanny used to tell me.

Pooka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This has made my day, I take it you won your appeal, Sir. 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!

Come, come. We are all different: but we are all special.

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

moved to dl 2010

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.

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?).

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).

Why thank you, HCW. You are most thoughtful.

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.

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.

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 .................

Too true. 'She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake'. What a good line.

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.

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.

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

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!

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).

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?

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.

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?

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.