Death By Twitter
Jun. 26th, 2009 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peterbirksThe death of Michael Jackson will surely go down in history as the first "very" famous death of the Twitter generation. When these 20-somethings are 50-something (it isn't far away, kids, even if you think that it is) they will be able to look back and say "And where were you when your mobile twitter feed told you that Michael Jackson was dead?
A piece of news that was too late for many of the early editions of UK papers is now old hat.
Many of those youngsters (many tens of thousands, in fact) will say "ahh yes, I was at Glastonbury that year", with perhaps one or two adding that "It flooded, of course, despite two weeks of fantastic weather beforehand. Springsteen and Neil Young were still alive then, but I mainly remember it being the debut for Dame Louise Golbey. Of course, she was a youngster then, rather than a Dame, not the world megastar that she is today".
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Ahhh, one of those mornings where there is one hell of a lot to write (for work). I could put 20 stories in the newsletter this morning. Sadluy, those damned things do not write themselves. So, although none is particularly sticky to write, the sheer volume makes it tiring. Indeed, I came to this after a two-hour stint, because I needed a break.
I'd often fit in a couple of hundred hands or more as a "break" at this point, but I've discovered that doing so really tires me out if I then have to go back to "insurance writing work". Whartever playing online poker is, it isn't relaxing.
Three very interesting hands on Pacific on Wednesday night, An A9, an AA and a KQ, I think. Must dig them out later today and post them with comments.
Oh well, back to work.
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A piece of news that was too late for many of the early editions of UK papers is now old hat.
Many of those youngsters (many tens of thousands, in fact) will say "ahh yes, I was at Glastonbury that year", with perhaps one or two adding that "It flooded, of course, despite two weeks of fantastic weather beforehand. Springsteen and Neil Young were still alive then, but I mainly remember it being the debut for Dame Louise Golbey. Of course, she was a youngster then, rather than a Dame, not the world megastar that she is today".
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Ahhh, one of those mornings where there is one hell of a lot to write (for work). I could put 20 stories in the newsletter this morning. Sadluy, those damned things do not write themselves. So, although none is particularly sticky to write, the sheer volume makes it tiring. Indeed, I came to this after a two-hour stint, because I needed a break.
I'd often fit in a couple of hundred hands or more as a "break" at this point, but I've discovered that doing so really tires me out if I then have to go back to "insurance writing work". Whartever playing online poker is, it isn't relaxing.
Three very interesting hands on Pacific on Wednesday night, An A9, an AA and a KQ, I think. Must dig them out later today and post them with comments.
Oh well, back to work.
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Date: 2009-06-26 11:27 am (UTC)JayBee tweeted @ 0705 - Just put my left foot through my undies.
JayBee tweeted @ 0706 - Colostomy bag ruptured
JayBee tweeted @ 0707 - Where's a clean pair of undies when you need them?
I heard of Wacko's death on BBC News 24 (still the most immediate way) afore I gleefully checked up that the notorious non-paedo had kicked it on Queeripedia.
Louise Golbey? Nope. Never heard of her. One of your weekly names to remember and bandy amongst the youff so as to appear cold... I mean cool?
Off to Lu'on Airport, eww eee eww, Lu'on Airport. Madrid and Gibraltar beckon.
Byeee.
JayBee.
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Date: 2009-06-26 12:27 pm (UTC)@ jaybee: I don't hold a particular candle for Michael Jackson but you're a jerk (in many ways; not just for the 'gleeful' comment above).
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Date: 2009-06-26 01:18 pm (UTC)Chris Dovener
Date: 2009-06-26 06:25 pm (UTC)Strange things are coming out of the woodwork post the death of "The Prince of Pop." (I wonder what the artist formerly known as Mr Squiggle thinks of that titling?) For a starter, Farrah Fawcett-Majors carks it on the same day, which somehow seems like a double downer to me (aged 47).
Further, somebody I last worked with almost twenty years ago emailed me to remind me of a man called Chris Dovener. Sitting as we were in a pub in Eton, moaning about the latest catastrophe at work, I was asked who was responsible. "Blame it on Chris Dovener," I said.
Suddenly, somebody behind me started singing.
"Sunshine ... Moonlight ... Good times ... Chris Dovener."
It's infuriatingly catchy. Now I can't get Chris Dovener out of my head.
One more time, with feeling:
"Sunshine ... Moonlight ... Good times ..."
Re: Chris Dovener
Date: 2009-06-26 10:40 pm (UTC)PJ
Re: Chris Dovener
Date: 2009-06-26 10:43 pm (UTC)PJ
Cupboard Love
Date: 2009-06-27 04:15 pm (UTC)Well, it makes more sense than the other conspiracy theories, I suppose.
I always used to josh my mother that her habit of buying me obscure Springsteen imports as presents was due to the fact that Bruce is precisely ten years younger than her. "It's Synchronicity," I said. "No, that's a sub-par album by the Police," she pointed out. She was also an aficionado of the Mid-Period Jacko nose: the one that looks like it's been jammed for seventeen hours in a carpenter's vise and then had the nostrils teased back out by a professional fluffer from the Folies Bergeres. Of course, her only musical vice was the Carpenters, so it all makes sense.
I like the idea of celebrity bunk-mates in heaven. Now that Big Brother is showing its age, perhaps you could develop this into an elevator pitch?
Re: Cupboard Love
Date: 2009-06-29 08:22 am (UTC)Re: Cupboard Love
Date: 2009-06-29 04:07 pm (UTC)I actually took the LP of the Carpenters' Greatest Hits off my parents' hands once CDs had rendered (crap) turntables irrelevant. "There's too much crackle," said my mother. "Yes, but it has some very fine music underneath. What, you're never going to listen to Toscanini again? At least the sound platform on this one works." "Maybe, but there's too much crackle."
Myself, I was always more a fan of the Carpenters' Snap and Pop. I'm particularly enamoured of the little-known fact that Pete Carpenter (with Mike Post) wrote the theme tune to The Rockford Files; rivalled only, in my memory, by the theme tune to The Sweeney. And, yes, I rate Goodbye to Love and Calling Occupants highly.
Your snide remarks about a victim of anorexia are unworthy of you. They are, however, worthy of my ex- in S.F., who actually made me laugh out loud with a similar comment just after one of those syrupy retrospectives that US Prime Time does so badly. It helped that she (unlike you: cf the photo) is an ex-anorexic. It also helped that it was hysterically funny, but I can't quite remember why.
Re: Cupboard Love
Date: 2009-06-29 04:11 pm (UTC)PJ
Re: Cupboard Love
Date: 2009-06-29 04:22 pm (UTC)You: Bacon joke.
Let's do a power breakfast some time.
Do by all means bring JayBee (subsequent to the tendresses of lissome Gibraltarian maidens, and/or midshipmen in drag) along as the spaghetti monster joke.
We can have him for lunch.