It's been a bit depressing in recent years to see a definite trend emerging - the urge for masses of people on social media to instantly speak ill of the dead.
Instantly speaking ill of the dead has become very fashionable - almost as fashionable as taking offence at everything.
Hopefully this unpleasant fad will pass very quickly.
Hopefully this unpleasant fad will pass very quickly.
Still, at least no one can speak ill of Sir Terry Wogan - or at least you'd hope!
His death has just been announced this morning, so R.I.P. Sir Terry.
A lot of people liked you for a very long time (including my mum and dad). And you were much funnier than Graham Norton on The Eurovision Song Contest. And, in my salad days, I even liked The Floral Dance. (Yes, I've always been hip).
A lot of people liked you for a very long time (including my mum and dad). And you were much funnier than Graham Norton on The Eurovision Song Contest. And, in my salad days, I even liked The Floral Dance. (Yes, I've always been hip).
And here's one of your anecdotes:
Many years ago Terry Wogan said he had just returned from a holiday in Ireland. Visiting some friends and making conversation with the taxi driver, he said it was a long drive.
The taxi driver replied: "Sure, but if it wasn't as long it wouldn't reach the house"!!
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Andrew Marr was jolly quick-thinking this morning. Within a minute or so of the announcement, he'd already crafted and broadcast this short poem:
So farewell, Tel.That news is fell.A man of wit, and sparkle, and heft.TOGs everywhere feel bereft.
Surely this makes him the odds-on favourite to replace Carol Ann Duffy as poet laureate?