So California has executed its oldest Death Row prisoner yet. In keeping with tradition, Clarence Ray Allen has a three-part name - but did they really have to execute him just after midnight on his BIRTHDAY? "Merry fucking birthday! Hur hur hurr..." Zap.

I remember writing one of those 'What I want to be when I grow up' essays as a kid - I wanted to be an executioner. Can't remember if I preferred the noose or the blade, though. On reflection, it was probably demonstrative of nothing more than an early interest in black outfits.