Book of Condolence Thread

The very beautiful Yvonne Craig lost her battle against cancer and left us today aged 78.
Best known for her portrayal of Batgirl in the wonderfully camp 60's Adam West Batman TV show.
Rest in peace.
Regards,
FWD
#f***Cancer
Small obituary here: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/...Craig-1960s-Batgirl-actress-dies-aged-78.html

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wes craven who had such an amazing career which startedn in porn of course, anyone see deep throat, also had so many amzing movies under his belt. of course theres the horror stuff like ast house on the left nightmare on elm street swamp thing the hills have eyes and scream as well as starting johnny depps career. he has at least ten movies to his credit that all at least grossed over 30m. he was one of the directors involved in Paris, je t'aime and music of the heart where under his direction meryl streep received nominations for an Academy Award, a Golden Globe and a Screen Actors Guild Award for her lead performance and the film whos score also received a academy nomination and a grammy nomination. it was also the first screen appearance of Gloria Estefan. not a bad body of work
 
The very beautiful Yvonne Craig lost her battle against cancer and left us today aged 78.
Best known for her portrayal of Batgirl in the wonderfully camp 60's Adam West Batman TV show.
Rest in peace.
Regards,
FWD
#f***Cancer
Small obituary here: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/...Craig-1960s-Batgirl-actress-dies-aged-78.html

What battle?

Cancer is not a battle you win or lose as dying from it does not make anyone a loser. Cancer will end your life if it is serious enough and the battle aspect is just a myth and a media creation which when you think about it is very tasteless. Everything in life is not a sport or a battle cause some things just are.
 
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RIP, all animals dead in the floods, caused by human beings' very selfish lifestyles.
May your spirits especially haunt the very fake people that pretend to care for you from their high moral... plane.
May they never lead any herd ever again, and be never heard of again. May the planet get rid of all the smug smog and cabron footprint that poison it.

Amen.
 
RIP, all animals dead in the floods, caused by human beings' very selfish lifestyles.
May your spirits especially haunt the very fake people that pretend to care for you from their high moral... plane.
May they never lead any herd ever again, and be never heard of again. May the planet get rid of all the smug smog and cabron footprint that poison it.

Amen.

If you insist on being ridiculous, at least log in so we know who we're laughing at.
 
RIP, all animals dead in the floods, caused by human beings' very selfish lifestyles.
May your spirits especially haunt the very fake people that pretend to care for you from their high moral... plane.
May they never lead any herd ever again, and be never heard of again. May the planet get rid of all the smug smog and cabron footprint that poison it.

Amen.

You utter cock.
 
It had to happen one day but I never wanted it to happen. Lemmy from Motorhead, gone. Ian Fraser Kilmister 1945 - 2016. He was everything Morrissey wasn't. Funny enough just the other day a car pulled up to me at the lights, from that car's stereo I could hear "Ace of Spades" being played. Great song. Wonder what will happen to Lemmy's large collection of Nazi memorabilia?

 
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You utter cock.

...Yeah.That's what they called Jesus too, back in his time. He didn't log in much either.

Why did I hit a nerve, guys? Should I rather have said: " I'm very sorry the world is what it is! (but I bear no responsibility in the state of the planet whatsoever")?

Well, I'm not a poplitician.
You're both butthurt that, as a huge cock, I even prefer complete bastards who don't even pretend to give a shit about the planet and live accordingly, to self-serving hypocrites. Well, so be it.

I'm very sorry the world is what it is and that the truth is a pain in the arse. It's surprising that you both feel it more than the people who shouldn't be able to sit for days, and who probably feel nothing, but that's the sorry state of the world...Which is what it is...

If being aggressive towards me made you feel both better, great. It makes me feel even more cocksure... Alas, attention always does that to big cocks. Haven't you noticed?

Feliznavidadprosperoanoyfelicidad, if you can in this sorry world. Ah, but to be happy, when the boats are out in Carlisle, could only be David Cameron...Who looked oddly tanned, I thought...(Heatwave?)

I'll let you laugh in peace now. Again, mucho sorry for butting in.
 
Or this ^^

...Also, Ski, you went from calling me "Morrissey" on here to calling me "utter cock". Now, it may not look like it, but to me there's a definite improvement.

I hope when I return you'll find it in your heart to simply call me by my real, more modest name: "the Star of Buttleem Where the Sun Never Shines".

(No pressure, mate. "Thick Prick" is still equally suitable. Although less shiny. Anyway, something is telling me you won't confuse me with Morrissey again. Well HalleberryLuLu for that! :D ).
 
...I knew this day was coming, but didn't want to acknowledge it. He was a bloody legend..at times immortal, indestructible. Or so we thought. Such sad, devastating news. Vale, Lemmy. We will be celebrating your life on the weekend, filled with all the things you loved most.

RIP Ian Fraser Kilmister.
 
I didn't mean to post here anymore, but I think I saw on fb that a lovely bloke that visited here for a short while is gone. In case anybody else knew him, even virtually.
Never met him in person, but I would have absolutely loved to. He always made me laugh with his posts, his fuming at "Rihanna down the pub" was a dependable rainbow for me. Funny how someone you've never met you feel you've always known, more intimately even than real life friends sometimes, as he used fb to say real stuff, too, in a light way. And he was a poet, a generous, down to earth one. A big soul, you could tell, an unassuming very big heart and soul.
I can't quite believe this, so I don't even dare say his name.
(Yo, Asshole Upstairs, take the utterly likeable gay men away prematurely, why don't you. You think they're so easy to find?!?)

Gutted.

Well if he really is gone, I hope seeing me this pissed off at least makes him laugh.

The honour, the privilege, were mine, to have exchanged a few lines with this star. But I can't really believe he won't brighten up my internet days anymore, and lots of people probably feel the same. (Anyway I'm probably on the wrong fan site, he liked that other singer better.)

Hope you're playing fetch with all the doggies in Heaven already, DJ. xx Thank you.
 
R.I.P. Robert Stigwood, former manager/agent for The Bee Gees and Cream. Also, directed film musicals such as Hair, Grease, and Saturday Night Fever...
 
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