Vinegar Tits

Guilty or not, that he's complicit in the murkiness of what actually happened is enough for me to not care about his failing health.

That article isn't very well written or informed. There's a big (pardon the pun) difference between having a gastric band fitted and having a gastric bypass. While a gastric band fitting isn't for lightweights (ptp pt 2) and not without possible complications it is reversible and nothing like the major surgery a gastric bypass is. The article mentions both - I suspect he had a gastric *bypass* operation, which is permanent. Just a mild, slightly off-topic but relevant, diversion - back in the Seventies and early Eighties the other main op to lose weight other than the alternative of having most of your stomach removed was to have your jaws wired together. When did they stop doing that?

beat me to it Vinegar Guardian report Hang fire. Damn you, my former employers! For once can you *not* report what is probably the truth?

Looks like anyone with Al-Megrahi in their deadpool may be getting a early Christmas present after all, especially those of us with him as our joker... Sky News reporting that Al-Megrahi is in a coma and is expected to last 'days' at the most. "On The Verge Of Death" EDIT: Even the Beeb are reporting it as breaking news, so it must be true.

This lovely lady made her way downstairs to The Hot Room on this day in 2002. Also, the narrator of Bod (oh, and Sgt Wilson) John Le Mesurier died today in 1983. Here's a picture of his resting place, Church of St George the Martyr in Ramsgate.

Cool \m/ I keep seeing Topper Headon in Dover Farmfoods, which isn't very punk rock. Mind you, it's slightly more punk rock and anarchic than seeing Justin Sullivan (New Model Army) and Joolz looking at padded toilet seat covers in Bradford Poundstretcher once.

Dunno about Bill Tarmey, though with his previous heart problems he could pop off at any time, but I was very surprised to see Liz Dawn in a wheelchair recently.

Ta for the birthday wishes. I'm now officially in my late Thirties, though I've decided to knock five years off from now on as I can get away with it. Spent a lovely day in Lille hoping the CGT union demo would get a bit rowdy so I could do a spot of looting in Fnac - not only was the new Véronique Sanson album out but I could do with a new telly and computer too. Sadly it was all rather civilised. Maybe on 6 December the unions could act up so I can indulge in a bit of looting and so don't have to pour all my wages into Mylène Farmer's bank account instead that day, eh...

Needless to say he was on my list. Last year

I went to the Rare Breeds Centre back in June and saw the Tamworth Two and managed to stroke them both - this was shortly before I was nibbled at by a pygmy goat - so it's rather sad news that one of them has now gone. RIP sweet porker.

Driver Henri Paul copped it today in a Parisian tunnel, alongside the exec producer of 'Breaking Glass' and some blonde bint.

No Angels were rubbish at Eurovision...

England World Cup winner George Cohen collapses at a charity dinner. He seems to be all right now but definitely one to watch.

Richard Whiteley. Five years ago today. I used to work at Yorkshire Television and on my first day I saw him in the canteen. I was a little starstruck, it must be said. Also, the lovely Françoise Dorléac perished rather horribly in a car crash (car flipped, burst into flames and she burnt to death banging on the door window for help and struggling to open the door) 43 years ago today. Her body was only identified from the fragment of a cheque book, diary and her driving licence. Probably a better actress than her sister, but we'll never really know her true potential.

Thanks to Jon Ronson organising an appeal on Twitter and Facebook it isn't going to be a pauper's funeral any more - as of two hours ago the fund was standing at over £12k. As for Tony Wilson, yes he was pretty much broke towards the end of his life. He couldn't afford the drugs he needed that he wasn't able get on the NHS in Manchester (but could have in Cheshire, probably) due to the post code lottery - I remember Shaun Ryder, amongst others, helping him out getting the drugs at one point, which is kind of ironic. I don't know about his funeral but his grave is essentially a pauper's one with just a marker rather than a proper headstone. But do I feel guilty for the cost of the pint he bought me at Newcastle Riverside once - umm, no.

And he's just been doing the dropping for his mum, dying at his home in Hale. Gawd, another person I've seen live. They're dropping like flies.

One of the most distinctive bass players of his time, Mick Karn, best known for his work with Japan, has been diagnosed with cancer.

Famous Belgian and, more importantly in my opinion, Eurovision Song Contest entrant from 1957 Bobbejaan Schoepen has died. He was one of the first entrants to popularise whistling in the contest, which Pearl Carr and Teddy Johnson used to great effect in 'Sing Little Birdie' two years later. Remember him this way, even if he did come joint eighth...

I keep seeing him in Dover Farmfoods. He's in fine fettle.

So it is he who makes up the recent Eurovision death trilogy then... (he co-hosted in 1994)

Best thing Poison ever did, I agree. The 'Look What The Cat Dragged In' album is a great slice of fun, pop metal. I've seen Poison live (Donington 1990) and quite a lot of people I've seen live have died recently...

Sad news. RIP. 'Een Beetje' was a nice little song, but no 'Sing Little Birdie'. Pearl Carr and Teddy Johnson were ROBBED! With Kenneth McKeller and now Teddy Scholten dying,who will be third in the recent great Eurovision death trilogy?

Another Eurovision Song Contest name gone. He represented the UK in 1966. Yes, in the year where everyone else sent France Gall clones we sent a bloke in a kilt... RIP

This has probably already been posted but you know how useless the search facility is... Christopher Cazenove fights for life after collapsing at home

That's really shitty news and for someone who takes so much care of herself she must be devastated (she's said as much herself it seems). Still, it shows no-one is immune to cancer. Hope she gets well soon and is with us for many, many years to come. Mainly because she's the greatest sportswoman who's ever lived and, not insignificantly to me personally, she's the only tennis player who I really like of my era that I haven't seen in the flesh either playing or commentating/around the courts.