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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

This morning, just before I left the house to walk in to work, I noticed that the BBC news were showing old stock footage of The Beatles. I automatically thought that Paul had probably said something else stupid about September 11th, or maybe he’d set a date for his wedding. But then I noticed that the pictures were very George heavy, and I suddenly realised that it was tribute footage.

Obviously, his health problems have been well documented in the last couple of years, and particularly in the last six months as he journeyed to America to try out some last-chance “miracle” cure for the cancer that was slowly killing him. But somehow, this still came as something of a surprise to me.

I walked in to work flicking between radio stations, but settled on Virgin radio, as they seemed, surprisingly, to be coping with the breaking news better than the rest of them. As they played three George specific Beatles songs in a row, I realised that I had tears streaming down my face.

Among the many things me and my Mum have always agreed on, George was our favourite Beatle. News reports say he died peacefully and fearlessly, surrounded by his family. I do hope that now, wherever he’s gone to, he’s as happy as his songs have made me feel.


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