A cold fact.
Every single day, all over the world stadiums full of good, hardworking folk, and heartless knobjockeys die.
So, we aren’t supposed to give a donkey’s floppy bit when a rich, successful person shuffles off.
So I’m told.
Well, bollocks to that.
Bowie died of cancer aged 69 and now another incomparable, Alan Rickman, has passed. Exactly the same age. And both from that lovely C word.
I knew neither personally, yet both took me by my hand, on numerous occasions and led me on journeys that took me out of a dark time.
Alan Rickman was a giant of acting who was never mentioned in Oscar circles. Oh, those short sighted fools.
His voice could slide you from uneasy to laughter in milliseconds.
If you have only seen him in Die Hard, Harry Potter and Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves –all of which he steals the show- then search out, among many, Galaxy Quest, Dogma and Truly, Madly, Deeply.
He isn’t in Dogma as much as the others, but when he is he must have made Smith, the director, feel like he’d won the lottery!
Truly, madly, deeply will shock even most who know me. It’s not a genre most would think I’d watch, as it’s a little on the romantic side for me, however, it was Alan Rickman who drew me towards it.
He plays the recently deceased of The lovely Juliet Stevenson.
I won’t give it away but she spends her grieving time seeing Alan and we aren’t too sure at first if it’s really his ghost or…
Well watch it and then join me in thanking Alan Rickman -who should have been a bastard knight, by the way Elizabeth!- for popping up on our screens and giving everything!
RIP SIR ALAN RICKMAN!