Saw the name and instantly knew I recognised it from 'Know My Name', the Casino Royale Bond tune. Always a shame when it comes to taking your own life, RIP Chris.
Bond link to Roger Moore who passed away today aged 89. From all accounts, a Gentleman, and there are far too few of those in the world at the moment. RIP Ivanhoe, Simon Templar, James Bond. 'I once had a nasty turn in a booth' ! 'I'd like it gift wrapped - lengthways ! ' . 'He always did have an over inflated opinion of himself' And those just from Live and Let Die.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
And this from last nights KT Tunstall gig, in salute to Chris Cornell
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Ah, John Noakes and Shep. My childhood double act. Val will be sad. Peter and Lesley will be sad. Simon will not give a monkeys.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Holy crap, Adam West is dead! My childhood Batman. He will be sadly missed and Quahog is looking for a new mayor. Ka-Pow ! Blam ! Thunk! H
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
I never quite moved on from this as the template for my night club moves (as anyone who has seen me at a gig can confirm) And if you don't laugh out loud at least once, you have died inside.
There always was a strong chance he would be dead by sunrise.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.