TLC

...and why did she die?????? There where complications from a surgery! She did not die from jsut being over weight. What was the surgery for? The Rosalie Bradford website seems to be a bit clogged up at the moment, presumably it's a bit overloaded due to her moving on.

I'm neither. "Lula" is the current President of Brazil, otherwise known as Luiz Inácio da Silva. Lula is: Agnus Lucuferi Alu Silvae(=Lucifer´s Child Demonic Power of Brazil=Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva) Muhammad Al Allu(=Muhammad Evil Joe=Baphomet) Leviathan (=Diablo Rojo=Squid=Cephalopod=Architheutis=Niemeyer) Daemonius Sine Decimus Digitus (=Demon without the tenth finger) Filho da Puta(=Hijo de Puta=Son of a Bitch) The current evil power(=President ) in Brazil. Hugo Chavez's friend(=Diabolus Diabolum Cognoscit = one Devil knows the other Devil). So OoO, you were technically correct and I thank you for introducing a brief moment of clarity to this heavily drug-addled thread by actually answering the question I posed, rather than the myriad of calamarian-based questions that seem to pop up randomly to everyone else. Right, moment over and back to the day job.... In the spirit of the thread, I think our friend the Nine fingered demon has got one of his remaining digits right on the pulse. I spy the word 'Cephalopod' for starters, tantamount to proof of the user's marbles (i.e. lack of) by its very use in this particular context. Yes, it seems Lula is Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, but he is surely so much more. He is in fact (deep breath) Luiz Inácio 'Muhammad Evil Joe Baphomet Diablo Rojo Squid Cephalopod Architeutis Niemeyer Daemonius Sine Decimus Digitus Hijo de Puta' Lula da Silva. Mock at your peril. It'd be like saying Hitler was just a politician, or Beethoven just wrote some tunes, or......ah, just noticed the name of the road/path/slope I was heading down. Sorry, time for warm milky drink and bed I think. And maybe a story about some squirrels. And not Squirry the Squirrel this time either. One day there will be a story called Jacob & The Squirrels, like I've always hoped. You'll see. Fingers crossed, nighty night!

Happy birthday Weatherman90, and also happy anniversary DL! Which means me & DL share an anniversary, as I've realised (just in time) that this is my first anniversary of joining the DL, although I spared the site from my now much celebrated posting bon mots for a further 2 or 3 months.... I used to be content to lurk.

John Lennon is the first one I remember, more from just remembering the news stories rather than any down to any significance I attached to it at the time. I was aware of the Beatles and very soon became aware of Lennon's stuff as a load of it got re-released that very xmas, but without really putting the two together. Although we had to sing the St Winifred's School Choir bollocks at school in the midst of all the Lennon stuff, I hated the whiny snotty lead girl's voice even aged 6. It surprises me that I manage to hate it more with every passing year, I thought pain was supposed to fade over time? I also remember watching the Tommy Cooper death 'Live' From Her Majesty's (the TV show of that name, not actually from Liz's house) but like OoO I can't recall thinking at the time that I'd just seen a man dying in front of me live, so to speak. I was on my way in the car to play football when we heard Diana died, we all just couldn't work out why there was classical music on all the radio stations until we caught an announcement. In our heavily hungover car we were more concerned about the terrible music, and found that was the general consensus from the other carloads of hungover team-mates upon arrival at the ground. Can't say the feeling's really changed over the years; I have no beef with the royals but I didn't know her, what was I supposed to feel past the fact that a stranger died who hadn't done much personally to make me feel one way or the other? I'm sure her family won't grieve over any deaths in my family, and I wouldn't expect them to. I still have trouble understanding how people who didn't know her sobbed themselves into a stupor about her funeral, or made pilgrimages to lay flowers at her memorial (whatever they might have found admirable about her life or tragic about her death) and then show a tenth of the emotion when a real life loved one passes away, whether a friend or family member. I think I'm glad I don't understand, empathy is one thing but this is way more than that. Wow, who'd have thought I had any sort of opinion on that? Certainly not me. A bit less surprising I conveyed it in such a long-winded and long-sentenced manner though.

Buses. Wait ages, then two come along at once. That's just mad! Toast. Always falls butter side down. What's that all about? Eh?!? Mental. Queues. Join one, the other always goes down much quicker. Scientifically proven! By NASA!!! Clowns. Scary!! Aaaaarrrgghhh!! Men and toilet seats. Leave them both up? That's so inconsiderate!!* Sarcasm. The lowest form of wit. Yes, reee-allly. Double positives. Can't form a negative? Yeah, right. Raindrops. Keep falling on my head. Cliches. Should be avoided like the plague.** etc. --- Add a couple of exploding caravans and that should be enough important questions (once question marks have been added of course) to keep 'Brainiacs' going for another series. Maybe not points 7 & 9 though... *My surprisingly ineffective counter-argument is that either both seats should be put down (which I do) or it doesn't matter as both other options are as bad as each other. That's because I thought it was a hygiene based debate rather than a laziness based one. **The official no.1 'joke' for English teachers everywhere.

Websites like amazon.co.uk that seem to purposely hide the 'log out' button, like that'll make me think, "I can't log out, I better buy some more stuff then". Tossers. Or like on the Capital One site, where the log out button leads to a page of advertisements that keeps reappearing each time you hit the log out button, until you realise there's a new log out button at the bottom of the page that actually does log you off. W*nkers. People who demand detailed xmas present lists off of everyone but then say 'don't know, not bothered' when asked what they want. I include myself in this I must admit, although that's because my family refuse to buy anything on the list, whereas I mistakenly use it to choose people's presents from.... Poetry/songs in fantasy novels. Does anyone read them? Or is it my punishment for reading such books in the first place? My flatmate for constantly taunting me about Charlton this season, after I pointedly didn't rib him at all last season when it looked like Portsmouth were going down.

Whoah, hold your horses there Mr Ali! What sort of non-squid related nonsense is this, tainting the Osacar thread with logic and relevant news? As a side point, no wonder Ross Kemp has had to get tough on Brazil by single-handedly sorting out the gangs in the Rio favelas. If only he could keep the Brazilian guest posters on this thread off of the crystal meth too.... Might be a bit late in asking this, but... erm... who is this Lula anyway? I mean actually who is he, please don't translate this question into 'what is his fictional aquatic lineage?' Anagram specialists and conspiracy theorists need not answer. Oh go on then.

A bit late but Happy Birthday themaninblack!

Oh come on TLC, give it a try. Ah. Is that what's known as a self fulfilling prophecy? At least if I ever set up my children's deerstalkers website it'll be right at the top of the search engines....

Christ, that makes the photoshop job done on Tony Blair's fat gut and breasts in that photo taken this summer look like a mere trifle, and not the sort Tony obviously eats too many of...

I just heard on Sky Sports News that Trevor Berbick got hatcheted to death in Jamaica today aged 51, which is a pretty interesting way to go. I'm so unused to posting deaths that I apologise if it's the wrong thread or already reported but I couldn't see it anywhere. He was briefly world heavyweight champion I think, I know f*ck all about boxing. It's been added to Wiki too now, but still with no news story. I'm sure it'll be soon though.

The Coming Of The Third Reich by Richard J Evans is good, it covers the 'how on earth did Germany get into that position?' question in much more detail than usual; it's about how Nazism was gradually allowed to seep into all aspects of German society. This book only covers up to 1933, I'm about to purchase the second of the trilogy as I really want to know what happens next... The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night Time by Mark Haddon comes recommended. A mystery written from the point of view of a 15 year old with Asbergers' Syndrome; I can't vouch for its accuracy in portraying the main character but it's a very good and very different style of read at the very least. The First Casualty by Ben Elton is one of his better ones, set in WW1. Quite a serious book for Mr Elton, but well written I thought. Just don't read the horrendous blurb inside the front cover that has a lovely soft-focus picture of him and an incredibly puffed up account of his all round genius, as it might make you a bit ill.

Erm, a pointless question perhaps, but do you have me on 'ignore'? A bit like when you get a fax that says 'if you do not receive this fax, please call xxx xxxx and we will re-send it'.

Welcome rockers; and may I be the first to welcome you to the Death List. Might be a good idea to spend your first 4 minutes of membership looking to see what threads already exist rather than creating a new thread for Sean Connery though. Scottish, you say? Difficult to tell sometimes, due to his extraordinary talent for multitudinous accents. I'd be surprised if there wasn't a dedicated Sean Connery thread, or if not the 'ideas & possibilities for 2007' thread should cover it. In fact, voila!

I seem to remember you mentioning this in chat once, but I just presumed you were slightly drunker than I was. Or maybe you didn't mention it at all, making me the drunker one? On the subject though, can mermaids disguise themselves as fully human-looking if need be? I ask this because I'm sure I've met one or two women who must have changed back from a mermaid to a full woman just before I've entered the room; they appear completely human, but didn't change soon enough to eradicate their 'lingering nautical perfume'... or at least that's what I choose to believe. Coat? Taxi? Thank you, I'll leave head-first via the window if it's all the same...

Erm, now you're starting to scare me a bit. Please tell me you're just having a jolly jape with me and in the real world you realise that everything relating to Oscar & his Calamarian friends is a complete load of sh*t? It's not even a conspiracy theory, as there's no theory. Even if Oscar is linked to a giant squid (and I dare to suggest that he's not, if I may be so bold?) then SO F*CKING WHAT? What does that prove about anything other than you are a complete picnic short of a picnic? Apologies if I'm presuming a certain level of intelligence here, but to take my random anagram of Oscar Niemeyer, ignore the fact that a siren is a mythical human/bird hybrid singing sea creature (like I ignored it, but for comedic effect) and then use this as further conspiracy evidence is almost beyond belief. Right then, my turn. Oscar Niemeyer is also an anagram of Eerie Acronyms, which proves that you were right to make Macro Eye Siren into the undoubtedly 'eerie acronym' of MES. And the word 'month' (derived from 'mês' in Portuguese) can only possibly refer to the 'Mensalao scandal' because when else does the word month ever get used? Watertight, and you know it.

Surely you are speculating in the very sentence you say no-one has the right to? Mind, I'm just speculating... if that's ok. Can't be arsed with the rest of the waffle, perhaps you should bunk less English lessons? Plus, a kindly word of advice, 18 consecutive exclamation marks is more than enough to get you put away in a mental institute, or at least it should be. I doubt if hearing the 3 minute warning just as you've sat down to take a dump would justify that much exclamation.

Leading to one of the slowest attempted chases/escapes ever seen I would imagine. Slow enough for one of those really old-fashioned cameras (with a black sheet over the top of the camera operator's head & a camera that looks like an accordion, that type) to still manage to capture the event in full focus.

Pretty much like this site since late Spring. I hope that only means I missed the 'golden age' of DL rather than that I helped cause its end. Although I guess the clever money will be placed on option 2.

If this is the case, may I please request somewhere with wide doorways. And a dartboard I presume, although I guess any pub with a dartboard comes with wider doorways as a matter of course. We could meet in your pub? It's just outside SE London, dartboard & wide doorways guaranteed. The fact that it's very close to where I live has nothing to do with it...

That's just a step too far isn't it? I can just imagine: - 'Right guys, from now on we only do dirty protests in the winter; the constant buzzing of flies is stopping me from getting a good night's sleep in my sh*t-encrusted maggot-infested cell and I can't do with being a big grumpy-face in the mornings...'

Thanx for the contribution!!! Yes , very true!!! Oscar NHiemeyer=Macro Eye Siren Well, it's rare that I have any cutting insight into any topics on this site (except for the embarassing drunken story threads and the like) so I'm glad to have helped settle the 'Oscar, Squid or Saint?' argument which has been raging across the planet for so many years now. Who can honestly say that their life, or at least that of someone dear to them, hasn't been affected in some way by this terrible struggle? Too much blood, on too many hands! I too long for the day when mankind can at last put this terrible debacle behind us, and can start to concentrate on building a better world again; if I've helped bring it one step closer, I shall die a happy man. Altogether now, lighters and pianist at the ready... a one and a two and a three and a four and a... 'I believe the children are our future Treat them well, and LET THEM lead the way! Show them all the beauty they possess insi-i-iiiide *sniff* GIVE THEM a sense of pride... *cough* To make it easier, LET the children's laaaa-augh-ter *sniff* Remind us how we uuuu-sed to be [tears]OH I DECIDED LOOOONG AGO!!!' (voice faltering, can't go on) *sniff* You're all beautiful, thank you!

I think if you did find the required amount of hairspray you'd be well advised to request that the meeting be held at a non-smoking pub...

Worryingly for me, all of the non-entities on your link are all better known to me than at least half a dozen of the DL 50 this year... I'm not proud that Fiddler's Dram spark more recognition with me than Ingmar Bergman but there it is. ps as a child I thought the group was called Fiddler's Dream.... of course once I hit puberty I found out that the two were entirely different, and resulted in completely different types of shame.

Well, if you insist on posting on this thread to complain about it, it's going to keep reappearing at the top of the thread list, isn't it? And presumably carry on chuntering, which I must admit I thought was one of the recently discovered lost 'Carry On' tapes. I for one will not be making that mistake, AtJ. Ah.