nd there's Alun Armstrong and Dennis Waterman together being visited briefly by Gan with a moustache, Travis I in a silly outfit, Anthony Valentine being common
Okay, the post person needs to bring it to me now!!!
LOL, I am pretty sure old telly was not the cause of my cyst. It was apparently a rubbish bit left over from when I was born, so it was my own fault for trying to make use of useless bits of me. Or my parents for not being efficient enough in making me.
When people would have been a hundred and silly, a little, although I have moped over actors who died in the 1920s.
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Sometimes the heart isn't logical. Like, theoretically, JM's death is much sadder than Alfred Burke's, but most of the time I only get sad at Alfie's because HE CAN'T BE DEAD. He was too real and it's wrong. (Not that I don't get sad about JM if I read Braham Murray going on about it. His full obit from The Stage is a real tearjerker, it's no good him telling me in it not to be sad, or in his autobiog where he is all WE ALL LOVED HIM AND MADE HIM OUR GHOST GUARDIAN FOREVER.)
I am sure some 1920s people are just as deserving of ridiculous belated sadness. (And I don't think it ridiculous. There's no point in pretending sadness, and it's silly to claim you are more upset than their family or something, but to be sad at the loss of a person can never be silly. People are amazing and unique. Annoying and complex and mixed up, but still amazing and unique and worth mourning, at least a little here and there. People's work are a part of them, especially with actors, who we see (and sometimes hear!) in so much, so we know something of them.)
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Okay, the post person needs to bring it to me now!!!
LOL, I am pretty sure old telly was not the cause of my cyst. It was apparently a rubbish bit left over from when I was born, so it was my own fault for trying to make use of useless bits of me. Or my parents for not being efficient enough in making me.
When people would have been a hundred and silly, a little, although I have moped over actors who died in the 1920s.
<3
Sometimes the heart isn't logical. Like, theoretically, JM's death is much sadder than Alfred Burke's, but most of the time I only get sad at Alfie's because HE CAN'T BE DEAD. He was too real and it's wrong. (Not that I don't get sad about JM if I read Braham Murray going on about it. His full obit from The Stage is a real tearjerker, it's no good him telling me in it not to be sad, or in his autobiog where he is all WE ALL LOVED HIM AND MADE HIM OUR GHOST GUARDIAN FOREVER.)
I am sure some 1920s people are just as deserving of ridiculous belated sadness. (And I don't think it ridiculous. There's no point in pretending sadness, and it's silly to claim you are more upset than their family or something, but to be sad at the loss of a person can never be silly. People are amazing and unique. Annoying and complex and mixed up, but still amazing and unique and worth mourning, at least a little here and there. People's work are a part of them, especially with actors, who we see (and sometimes hear!) in so much, so we know something of them.)