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    But seriously, having caught myself questioning the humanity of all those Americans and world leaders currently expressing their joy at the death of another human being, albeit a foreigner and a mass murderer (The US has the death penalty, most European states don't but let's not go there), I asked myself if I wouldn't be just as happy if Thatcher were to die. The answer is probably, although I expect Thatcher's death to be a bit of an anticlimax, given that it isn't going to undo anything she did.

    I'd prefer Lady Thatcher to be kept alive and conscious indefinitely, in great discomfort, being lectured on the error of her ways by embittered ex-miners armed with electric cattle prods.

    Does one get into trouble for saying things like that?

    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

  9. Posted

    How about films you've tried to watch but can't get into? My colleagues are always going on about how brilliant The Goonies is. I've made a couple of attempts to watch it but just can't get into it, is it worth giving it another go or just should I just that it's probably not my thing?

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

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    Jimmy Dean of sausage fame has died at 81. PLEASE tell me someone got a DDP hit from him!

     

    Jimmy Dean's Lyrics to Big John:

     

    (Big John, Big John)

    Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive

    He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five

    Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip

    And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John.

    (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

     

    Nobody seemed to know where John called home

    He just drifted into town and stayed all alone

    He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy

    And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John.

     

    Somebody said he came from New Orleans

    Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen

    And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand

    Sent a Loosiana fellow to the Promised Land-Big John

    (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

     

    Then came the day at the bottom of the mine

    When a timber cracked and men started cryin'

    Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast

    And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept John

     

    Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell

    Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well

    Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan

    And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone-Big John

    (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

     

    And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove

    Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!"

    And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave

    Now there's only one left down there to save-Big John

     

    With jacks and timbers they started back down

    Then came that rumble way down in the ground

    And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine

    Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John

    (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

     

    Now they never reopened that worthless pit

    They just placed a marble stand in front of it

    These few words are written on that stand

    At the bottem of this mine lies one hell of a man big john

    (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

     

    (Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)

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