His first self titled album was brilliant. RIP.
āEvery time I look at a picture of Willie and me and John and Waylon, I find it amazing that they let the janitor in thereā
One of @chelseadaveās favourites- he chose Sunday Morning to be played at his funeral.
Cannot believe he was 73. What a player he was.
Certainly part of changing the way football could be played,along with 70s Brazil of course
Was it not Neeskens upon being offered a big money transfer, held a family conference to vote whether to accept? Upon receiving a split decision, he said āHang on, we havenāt asked the dog.ā Further consultation ensues, then āthe dealās off, he doesnāt want to go.ā
That will be the end of the Alba Party I would have thought
RIP āprince of darknessā
Zoot Money, what a musician . RIP
Last month I think?
Iāve only just seen the news.
In my teens when everyone was either forming or in a group we changed the words of Big Time Operator, it became Big Time Phornicator and included other changes such as camel castrator, durex maker and masterbator in the song, we never did get a recording contract.
A great performer and musician the man was
Liam Payne.
31 Thatās no age. Money doesnāt always lead to happinessā¦ sad thing is he has a son.
Very sad, I know next to nothing about him, but leaving a son behind and other family members is awful for them.
It is when you read:
āArgentinian media reported that police were initially called to an emergency at the hotel at 5.04pm local time (9.04pm UK) where āan aggressive man who could be under the effects of drugs and alcoholā.
And the fact that one of his ex partners had recently requested he cease all contact with her friends and family.
Another waste of a life to substance abuse and the whole mess of being famous? He has a long history of battles with depression and mental health.
He of the Stanford Prison Experiment
A tailor (trouser maker) I knew in Savile Row died suddenly last week.
As I understand it, he started coughing up blood and then collapsed at his board. Other members of staff tried to keep him going but the paramedics couldnāt revive him. 52.
We werenāt close friends but I knew him quite well, and weād always chat on the street if we bumped into each other. He was a pretty laid-back dude and I think he had a passion for the work. His board was in the window of one of the basements and Iād give him a wave if I caught his eye.
Iāve found it quite shocking. 52 is no age and I really feel for his friends and colleagues in his workshop, some of whom heād trained, but liked him, so stuck around once theyād gone on their own. To die in front of your friends, pretty much in a shop window, seems so awful to me. Iām sad.