Honor Blackman. Cathy Gale in The Avengers, and then the unforgettable Pu-ssy Galore in Goldfinger. Aged 94.
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94? Now that does make me feel old.
She was about 38 when she did Goldfinger. A Bond woman, not a Bond girl.
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Another Rona victim. Somewhat famous skater from the ‘80s
Can’t believe it, only 51.
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Terribly sad day with John Prine succumbing to this awful virus
Truly one of the greatest singer songwriters, nobody could combine the serious and humorous like John Prine
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Jay Benedict (Newt’s dad from the directors cut of Aliens) has died from COVID-19, he was 68
And Lee Fierro (the mother who’s young son got eaten in Jaws) also has died from COVID-19, she was 91
Gonna miss John Prine…tears and laughter and an ache in the soul. And love.
Doctors thought he had at least another 10 years until the sprinkler system went on and stopped surgery for the day.
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Linda Tripp. Monica Lewinsky’s “friend”. When Monica began to talk to her about her affair with Bill Clinton, Linda Tripp decided that the “national interest” required her to record those conversations and then turn them over to Ken Starr.
Monica Lewinsky later said simply, “I hate Linda Tripp.” FWIW, I regarded her as one of the most despicable people in the world. But now she’s died, aged 70, of pancreatic cancer. I think that probably in the end she probably regretted what she did, and her subsequent life does not seem to have been very happy. I hope she rests in peace.
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Was she motivated by patriotism or that more common human character flaw, arrogance? Usually, who f*cks who isn’t anyone else’s business but did she feel that if the President of the United States was ‘weak’ enough to have sex with a junior member of his staff that perhaps he was vulnerable to foreign interests using the same technique to gain advantage over the US or was she just a jealous busy-body who felt it was ok to betray her friend because, you know, rooting around isn’t the Christian way?
Hearing her speak had me leaning towards option two as she didn’t seem that sophisticated. Not sure what she was trying to achieve but fair to say it that it probably didn’t turn out the way she wanted on either front.
Thanks for sharing this news, @Stressed_out.
Very sad to learn that the great Australian poet Bruce Dawe has died. He wrote about ordinary people, and everyday experiences in suburbia. His work has been read by many people who don’t normally like poetry, because Dawe talked to them directly through his use of colloquial language. You mention his famous poem, Life Cycle. Here it is in full.
Life Cycle (for Big Jim Phelan) by Bruce Dawe
When children are born in Victoria
they are wrapped in club-colours, laid in beribboned cots,
having already begun a lifetime’s barracking.
Carn, they cry, Carn … feebly at first
while parents playfully tussle with them
for possession of a rusk: Ah, he’s a little Tiger! (And they are …)
Hoisted shoulder-high at their first League game
they are like innocent monsters who have been years swimming
towards the daylight’s roaring empyrean
Until, now, hearts shrapnelled with rapture,
they break surface and are forever lost,
their minds rippling out like streamers
In the pure flood of sound, they are scarfed with light, a voice
like the voice of God booms from the stands
Ooohh you bludger and the covenant is sealed.
Hot pies and potato-crisps they will eat,
they will forswear the Demons, cling to the Saints
and behold their team going up the ladder into Heaven,
And the tides of life will be the tides of the home-team’s fortunes
– the reckless proposal after the one-point win,
the wedding and honeymoon after the grand final …
They will not grow old as those from the more northern states grow old,
for them it will always be three-quarter time
with the scores level and the wind advantage in the final term,
That passion persisting, like a race-memory, through the welter of seasons,
enabling old-timers by boundary fences to dream of resurgent lions
and centaur-figures from the past to replenish continually the present,
So that mythology may be perpetually renewed
and Chicken Smallhorn return like the maize-god
in a thousand shapes, the dancers changing
But the dance forever the same – the elderly still
loyally crying Carn … Carn … (if feebly) unto the very end,
having seen in the six-foot recruit from Eaglehawk their hope of salvation
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l managed to see him at Womadelaide in early 1993. He was on just before Yothu Yindi on the Saturday around dusk. l was right at the front but was distracted at times by young kids calling out for Yothu Yindi, they certainly had little interest in listenign to Prine.
Mort Drucker, illustrator at Mad magazine. Passed at 91.
If you grew up in the 70’s/80’s, rrunning to the newsagent to get the latest copy of Mad or Cracked when it dropped was a ritual. Drucker was the genius behind the carictatures that were described as “proportionallydispropostionate” (See below.) If you’d ever read a Mad satire of a movie, fair chance it was Druckers work.
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Wow - whole lot of good memories there.
I remember doing exactly that down to newsagents
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Not Bill Withers. Damn.
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RIP Might & Power. I loved this horse
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Stirling Moss died, aged 90. Not sure if Covid related or not.
He was still racing classic cars at age 80!
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What a name for a Racing Driver eh?
Best of all time.
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Had a great innings but sad nonetheless
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