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Very sad to hear of the death of Janice Long. I used to listen to her late night Radio 2 show driving home from gigs and enjoyed her rambling conversation and hoped talking to herself in the middle of the night wasn't driving her crazy. She also interviewed me on at least one occasion and was engaged and funny and had done some research on me.
And she died on the same day as Desmond Tutu and so their names are now slightly linked forever. They are death twins. I wonder who my unlikely death twin will be. Will they be 24 years older than me or 80 years younger? I am unlikely to know who they are, unless they die first and I have a few moments warning of my own demise. But I don't want my last thought to be, "Ah, so my death twin is Pat Sharp." (just got a feeling it's going to be Pat Sharp). So I hope I don't know.
Or I guess if I happen to be in a bus full of celebrities on the way to some reality TV show and we go off a cliff, I guess I will be able to at least work out where I will be mentioned in the news stories. In the headline? Probably not. First three names listed. Maybe not. But I will at least know my siblings in death.
But Janice and Desmond waltz into Heaven arm in arm and I think they probably got on pretty well. Must be bad if you have to waltz in with some prick you don't like. I don't know why God insists on waltzing. It seems frivolous for such a sombre occasion. Though maybe death is the start of something better than life. It isn't though. Life is the amazing and impossible thing that we should be waltzing into.
I stopped eating chocolate today (oh apart from a tiny bit of ice cream) but I did eat some giant pickled onion Monster Munch. They're big Monster Munch that I presume are being marketed at adults as a nostalgic trip back to school lunch boxes of the 1980s. Now they're sophisticated snacks. I could never have dreamed back in 1981 that they'd make big Monster Munch and that I would be eating them in my mid-50s and thinking how great they were. But mid-50s is the best time to eat them. No one cares about your stinky breath at this age. In fact they expect it. I just went and got myself another bowl. Because they're so big I actually feel like I am small again. This is the closest to virtual reality time travel that is currently available. I am back at Fairlands Middle School and about to eat some space dust.
