a 9 year old girl in Weston Super Mare one stab wound death. 15 year old boy will appear before magistrates today... Bless Her...
RIP
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That’s just brilliant isn’t itWhat a great part she played in Early Doors.
She loved circuses.
RIP
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Sadly he hung himself.james ransone, 46
played ziggy in the wire
Sad news - saw him at Wembley Arena many moons ago. Fabulous performerSinger Chris Rea - aged 74
Singer Chris Rea - aged 74
Think he had cancer at one time Ernie,Absolutely superb songwriter. Amongst the very best.
He'd suffered from some very serious illnesses over the years but still kept on recording until quite recently.
Poignant given his, probably, most commercial song that he dies three days before Christmas.
Drive completed...
RIP Chris Rea.
Absolutely Ernie - I probably felt a certain empathy as a fellow pancreatic cancer survivor of 15 years now.Absolutely superb songwriter. Amongst the very best.
He'd suffered from some very serious illnesses over the years but still kept on recording until quite recently.
Poignant given his, probably, most commercial song that he dies three days before Christmas.
Drive completed...
RIP Chris Rea.
Not just any cancer Rover. He had pancreatic cancer about 40 years ago and not many survive that, never mind live for that length of time. Wrote some fantastic songs, Road To Hell and On the Beach are classics imo. RIP.Think he had cancer at one time Ernie,
R.I.P. Chris
Finally home for Christmas.
For years, Driving Home for Christmas has sounded like the perfect festive journey — traffic lights glowing, roads stretching out, the sense of heading somewhere that matters. But when Chris Rea spoke to Bob Mortimer and Paul Whitehouse, he revealed that the song came from a far less romantic moment, rooted in frustration, bad timing and an unexpected lift home.Singer Chris Rea - aged 74
For years, Driving Home for Christmas has sounded like the perfect festive journey — traffic lights glowing, roads stretching out, the sense of heading somewhere that matters. But when Chris Rea spoke to Bob Mortimer and Paul Whitehouse, he revealed that the song came from a far less romantic moment, rooted in frustration, bad timing and an unexpected lift home.
Rea explained that the song was written on a night when everything had gone wrong. He had just been banned from driving, his manager had walked out on him, and he was standing outside with nowhere to go. “I was on the door when I wrote that,” he said. “I’d just been banned from driving.” With no way of getting himself home, it was his wife who had to drive down to London, pick him up, and take him back. Sitting there, unable to drive, watching the roads pass by, the song began to take shape.
Asked what he thinks about when he hears it now, Rea replied with dry humour. Rather than sentimentality, his mind goes straight to what the song eventually gave him: “I think of that lovely little holiday in the Maldives that it got you.” It’s a reminder that one of the most played Christmas songs of all time was born out of irritation and inconvenience — not festive cheer.
The conversation also touched on Christmas itself. Rea said he loves it, describing a picture of candles, a big tree, stars scattered across the tablecloth and, as he put it, “a fine assortment of wines for prison.” Whitehouse joked about being cynical, but Rea clearly wasn’t. For him, Christmas is something to be enjoyed properly — even if the song that defines the season came from a rough night.
What makes the story linger is how ordinary it is. No studio planning, no grand idea — just a banned driver, a long wait, and a wife arriving to take him home. A moment most people would forget ended up becoming a song millions return to every December, still humming along, unaware that it began because Chris Rea wasn’t allowed behind the wheel.
Sometimes the best songs don’t come from celebration at all — just from sitting in the passenger seat, heading home, and having time to think!You must log in or register to see images