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Actor Leslie Nielsen, star of a string of spoof movies including Airplane! and The Naked Gun, died of complications from pneumonia in Florida on Sunday, his spokesman said. He was 84.

Nielsen is probably best known for playing the bumbling cop Lieutenant Frank Drebin in the Naked Gun franchise, but enjoyed a movie and television career spanning more than 60 years.

The spokesman said Nielsen died in a hospital near his home in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, surrounded by his wife, Barbaree, and friends.

R.I.P. Leslie William Nielsen, actor, born 11 February 1926; died 28 November 2010

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I must know about a dozen people who evangelise about Facebook on an almost daily basis. Let me give you an example of how these conversations usually go:

Them: “Are you on Facebook?”
Me: “No.”
Them: “Oh, you really should be!”
Me: “Why?”
Them: “It’s just brilliant!”
Me: “Why?”
Them: “It just is. You should get on Facebook.”
Me: “Again, why?”

… etc., etc.

So, anyway, at the age of 48 I am finally on Facebook. But what is the fucking point?

Perhaps one of those people who rave about Facebook can explain to me what’s so great about it. I already grasp why it was originally created, and I’ve nothing against those who use it like any other social networking tool. But in all honesty, I watched my young friend Melissa using it (she is apparently obsessed and checks it six times a day), and I’m still at a loss as to what it’s actually for.

Why, for example, should I give a shit that someone I know is a bit nervous today because they’ve got a dental appointment? Or that someone else “can’t wait for Friday!!!”?

Well, fuck a doodle doo!

I can think of no reason why I’d want to know such mediocre details from the lives of ordinary people (known to me or otherwise), and I feel fairly certain they’re not interested in the dull goings-on of my daily grind. Yet, this is what I see “Facebookers” indulging in at every office I visit. They seem to me to be most interested in the number of “friends” they have; which brings to mind the games of children collecting Pokémon cards (or some such).

I could understand it if Facebook were a useful tool like, say, LinkedIn or even MySpace (both of which actually make a hell of a lot more sense to me), but it just seems like a mindlessly trivial way to waste a few hours. Usually, on employer’s time. Perhaps that’s the point …

Lest we forget … John Major fucked Edwina Currie, David Cameron went to Eton, Nick Clegg is a cunt and Ed Miliband is immoral.

Górecki is dead. About bloody time.

R.I.P. Henryk Mikołaj Górecki, composer, born 6 December 1933; died 12 November 2010

The Cleggerons are now hitting us where it hurts, the Daily Mail no longer has sexy pics of the Queen of Gastroporn displaying a lot of her ample cleavage.

Nigella, we want your huge boobs all over the papers. Get them out! I mean your boobs and the Cleggerons.

What will they cut next?

What exactly does the term mean and what does it mean when applied to music? Which composers would be considered postmodern?

Where does the distinction lie between modernism and postmodernism? Is this in any way related to modern and contemporary? Where does modern end and contemporary begin? What does contemporary mean anyway? Is contemporary the same as postmodern?

And finally, is postmodern/contemporary related more to the style the composer is working in or to the time period the composer comes from? Would a composer of today still be classified as modern/contemporary even if they write in a very conservative style?

I have no intention of answering any of these questions. Now that is postmodernism.

R.A.D. Stainforth is unwell.

Black Dogs Defined

This is the best of me; for the rest, I ate, and drank, and slept, loved and hated, like another: my life was as the vapour and is not; but this I saw and knew; this, if anything of mine, is worth your memory.

(John Ruskin, Sesame and Lilies)

Whatever people say I am, that’s what I’m not.

(Alan Sillitoe, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning)

This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me.

(Emily Dickinson, This is my letter to the world)

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

(Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second Fig)

R.A.D. Stainforth

I was born before The Beatles’ first LP and brought up in the reeking slums of Jericho. I am in love with a woman called Hazel and in love with her daughter, also called Hazel, both of whom I met at Alcoholics Anonymous.

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