RIP Val Doonican If I'm honest I'd forgotten he was still alive... http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-33363938
RIP Val Doonican I loved the record Walk Tall. I was five when it came out ... marvellous! Elusive Butterfly wasn't bad either! My grandma once bought me one of those types of jumpers he was famed for wearing on his TV series. I had the piss taken out of me so much, I have never worn a polo neck since. Hate them! The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band name checked him on this classic...at 2:37
My dad was a big Val Doonican fan. I used to try and explain how he had obviously been influenced by Jimi Hendrix but he just couldn't see it.
My philosophy of Life, the Universe and Everything in one succinct lyric. It went zip when it moved and bop when it stopped and whirrrrr when it stood still. I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will. RIP Val. You were cooler than most people gave you credit for.
Someone at work mentioned this earlier. "Val Doonican's died" "Who's she?" I enquire. Joke was on me!
RIP Douglas Legler. You won't have heard of him, but his funeral was held in North Dakota today. Apparently he had a great sense of humour and left instructions that upon his death, his obituary in the local paper must be no more than two words long... please log in to view this image
Very very sad this one. Jim Watt's daughter Michelle. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3146969/Michelle-Watt-killed-chronic-headaches.html
Very sad. Even sadder if you see the last line of the article - In October 1995, their son Jim junior lost his life in a horrific road crash when he was only 17-years-old
RIP Scot Breithaupt. The man who made BMX an international sport has been found dead aged 57. He was found dead in a tent and though the cause has not yet been confirmed, it's believed to be a drug overdose. please log in to view this image
Sad news... Tragedy strikes at pre-season friendly Very sad news has been received that Junior Dian aged 23 passed away during the early hours of this morning (08/07/15). Today, football at Tonbridge Angels very much takes a back seat as everyone at the club tries to come to terms with this devastating news. Earlier the previous evening, Junior, a trialist with the club had suddenly collapsed on the pitch without warning during the second half of a pre-season friendly game away at Whyteleafe FC. in Surrey. Despite the heroic efforts of the two physios present, together with paramedics who attended at the ground and staff at St Georges Hospital, Tooting, sadly his life could not be saved. Steve Churcher, Chairman of Tonbridge Angels said today: " This is devastating news and our only crumb of comfort is that Junior lost his life doing something he obviously enjoyed so much. All our thoughts and sympathies are with his family. Also I would like to thank everyone at Whyteleafe FC for their support and professionalism during this very distressing incident yesterday evening.". http://www.tonbridgeangelsonline.co.uk/news/junior-dian-1454669.html
Thought this was really touching in the HDM http://www.hulldailymail.co.uk/m-gl...-Ian-Midgley/story-26850400-detail/story.html Howard Midgley, aged 69, after a long illness, bravely borne, finally moved on, took his leave and joined the choir invisible. He wasn't a sentimental man – and didn't like fuss – so I'm not going to get all maudlin and sombre on you here. But even when you know it's coming it still feels like you've been sucker punched when it actually happens. What can I tell you about my Dad? He was a good man, a decent man, a man with principals, a straight-speaking practical man who got on with things. He had a wry sense of humour. He put up with my endless nonsense. While I remained – and remain – little more than an overgrown kid – utterly impractical and pointless when it comes to doing anything remotely useful – he was always the first port of call whenever I needed advice. Car making a clunking noise? He could have a quick listen, diagnose the problem and fix it – saving hundreds on garage bills. Needed a shelf putting up? He had all the necessary tools and know-how to ensure it went up and stayed up. I am, after all, the man who once tried to secure a hanging basket to a wall using duct tape. A spot of decorating? He could do that. In a tight corner? He'd always be on hand to dig you out of a hole, unconditionally, expecting nothing in return. As my brother said in his eulogy at the funeral, he was always the first port you could turn to in a storm. Of course, I never said any of this to him. Blokes don't. It was an unsaid understanding – at least I hope it was – something expressed in a sturdy nod, a grunt and an occasional pat on the shoulder at Christmas. But I hope he knew. I knew. And I think he knew that I knew that he knew. Would I, if I had our time again, go all schmaltzy and tell him just how much I appreciated him? How much I appreciated all that he had done for me and how I had pretty much grown up to be just like him apart, of course, from the ability to hold a hammer at the right end? I go as potty at my kids now for leaving cups upstairs just as much as he did at me, 30 years ago. Probably not. And if I had tried he would have looked at me like I'd gone mind-bendingly insane. He'd have told me to get a grip. Towards the end I did tell him I loved him; it was nice to be able to have the chance. And he nodded and ruffled my hair like I was 12. I still feel like I'm 12 most of the time anyway, so it was rather apt. So, I'm not going to launch into some impassioned plea urging you all not to leave anything unsaid; to tell your nearest and dearest how much they mean to you while you still can, because everyone's different and you have to be comfortable in your own skin. But if it helps, I'm glad that I got to say the most important thing. I'll miss you, Dad. But I think he knew that.
Thanks, Howard; thank you, Chazz. Every now and then something special comes along and we almost miss it; almost.
