Geronimo

Sightseers looks promising.

The art of art appreciation.

Alex Honnold. A matter of when, not if.

All these years after the end of her reign she still seems to stir up emotions in this forum. The Government may find itself under pressure to provide photographic proof of her demise, followed by a swift burial at sea over the wreck of the Belgrano to prevent any possibility that her grave becomes a rallying point for Tory suicide squads left behind as sleepers on Mothers' Union committees throughout the Home Counties. I suppose the circulation of a photograph would be considered too gruesome for public consumption. But, without it, conspiracy theorists may be tempted to believe she could be still alive, living on a banana plantation in Paraguay. And even when she's gone her old personal bodyguard, Von Tebbit, will remain to carry the torch at future Nuremberg Rallies Conservative Party Conferences. Meanwhile former activists and supporters will continue to meet in the bier kellers of Basingstoke and Tunbridge Wells, reminiscing over the old times and singing the at the Parish Council. Yes, those were the days, when the reds were rolled back over the steppes of South Yorkshire and Thatcher's forces could almost reach out and touch Barnsley town hall. But they couldn't get Scargill and the old bastard lives on with his memories, his banners and his heavily decorated cap even as NUM veterans coo over the royal wedding in their former council houses acquired under the right-to-buy legislation. Oh, and by the way, they didn't get me. Osama

If there's big queue I just go watch something else.

Steve Jobs - not on this year's list but if he makes it to next year how about "iDead"?

This race to be the first to jump from altitude and land without a parachute throws up a few possibilities. Jeb Corliss seems most promising. He's training hard but needs $2m to build a "runway" for his landing.

He's asking himself the same question? Oh yes, well not whitewheat. Public or private?

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