Julie Ege

First class early seventies crumpet; ample star of many a woeful "sex comedy", the film equivalent of the Holy Roman Empire: sadly recently deceased.

Roger Daltrey really was deaf, dumb and blind

I don't know how he managed to sing being dumb or hear the band being deaf but there you go. Er, hang on. Oh. It seems he was playing a role all along. Who knew?

Which brings me to piccaninnies.

"It is said that the Queen has come to love the Commonwealth, partly because it supplies her with regular cheering crowds of flag-waving piccaninnies."

Are the people hot under the about it fools or knaves? Either they're pretty dim and thus can't see that the line was aping some other person's anacronistic point of view or they actually can see it but don't want to simply in order to milk the situation. Ghasp, he said a forbidden word. See also Prince Harry's Afrikakorps outfit.

In other news, Paul Simon isn't literally a rock.

Opens his legs and shows his class

Good to see plenty of Lefties showing the magnanimousness and class for which they are so well known this morning. Ie, next to bugger all.

I fail to understand these people at the best of times, but to be so vicariously invested in the fortunes of Ken Livingstone and the other bums that you turn into a gibbering wreck the moment he's kicked out really astounds me. Neil Harding says, "That has now gone and along with it my interest in politics." Don't let the door hit you on the way out then.

Meanwhile, on planet nutball

Surely these people must only be visiting Earth on tourist visas.

Group Info Name: BBC 'Have Your Say' - The long running joke
Type: Common Interest - Beliefs & Causes
Description: As many of you are aware the BBC news website has an interesting section titled 'Have your say' where we the general public are invited to share our views and beliefs in a grown up fashion...

Well that’s what we are led to believe... Instead the forums have become a running joke as a result of being hijacked by the self righteous narcissistic opinions of the Daily Mail/Express/BNP who infiltrate the “readers recommend” section to portray a nauseating false image of the rest of the UK.

Are you tired of the anti-government, anti-immigration “Britain is so great” slime crawing out of these forums? Then voice your opinions here! Stand up to the might of the Daily Mail and humour yourselves with absurd comments, silly rants and the plain idiocy the forums have now become!

Like the inability to say sorry, the self-awareness gene is extinct on Planet Nutball. Though t'would seem an unfeasibly high regard for oneself is flourishing in its rarefied atmos.

It cheers me no end to believe these twits are sobbing into their organic cider tonight over the Labour kicking however.

Tony Blair

...is probably wetting himself through laughing right now.

The greatest bullet the Teflon one ever dodged, failure at the polls, and his auld enemy plus acolytes cop it full on. I think it's pretty funny too.

You go (little) girl

This very cool, calm and compsed eighth-grader kicks serious ass.

Awesome.

I am very highly regarded

By me.

Like Ross says, beyond parody.

Perhaps, we should all be made to tug our forelocks before these giants amongst men. Look, it's the insufferable Bonnie Greer:

I moved from New York City, for God's sake, to live among you.

And my how we are blessed.

Slow news day?

Baby finds the Wii hysterical

Stop the press!

Hats of to the E&S.

An away game

Now, I've always thought it a bit strange that the Rugby League cup final should be held down in Wembley, hundreds of miles away from the sport's Mersey-Humber homeland. It's in the national capital I suppose but a long journey for both teams' supporters. But even that looks the acme of sense compared to sending Manchester United and Chelsea all the way to Moscow to play each other. Madness. Hold the match in Birmingham instead. I'm sure the corporate interests won't mind one bit.

Bush tells it like it is

Finally.

Me, September 11, 2006:

Where, for what it's worth, I think the wheels have really come off is in pushing the message. Ooh, 'V' for Vendetta style propaganda. No, simply cutting to the chase and repeating over and over if needs be, to explain what we're doing and why we're doing it.

And here, more than 18 months later, Bush finally tires of the dopey questions and gets as close as it's possible for the President of the United States to let rip.



I'm a fan of official candour. As I've said before, my favourite Blair moment was when he was right on the cusp of freaking out after he'd been ganged up on at some international shindig in South Africa. Alas his diplomatic skills pulled him back from the brink. Shame.

Could you cope without a mobile?

Phone. They mean mobile phone and not a ornament dangling from the ceiling made out of shells and bits of driftwood.



Either way, the answer's still yes.

Corinthian no marks

Who on earth are M. Achilles and A. Auffray?



1908 cycling Olympic gold medallists apparently. Well I've never heard of them and I like to consider myself something of a scholar of the velocepide. These men's contemporaries such as Lucien Petit-Breton, François Faber, Octave Lapize or Gustave Garrigou I've heard of. Maybe that's because they were the world's best riders and thus not permitted to partake in the games due to the fact that they were paid for their toil rather than it being a hobby for gentlemen.