Well after an action-packed horrific return posting on creatures attacking my manhood, this is an altogether more reflective piece about getting old. Sigh.
Everyone who knows me knows I’m a strong personality but just occasionally thoughts about one’s own mortality seep through my tough veneer. And this week was a lulu, hmm. First up Monday morning’s post-breakfast routine was interrupted by no less than 5 emergency vehicles charging down our little dead end lane. I’d assumed they were heading to the Care Home at the near-end of the Lane to deal with some ‘issues’. I popped out 15 mins later to get to the shops and needed to pass the emergency vehicles. I spoke to a neighbour opposite where the ambulances were parked. It seems that the old chap who lives in the tiny cottage down the road hadn’t opened the door to the builder who’d turned up to continue the work on the renovation work he’d been doing for a few weeks. His aged client hadn’t answered the door so, concerned, he put his ladder up to the bedroom window to see the old chap laying unconscious. He called the emergency services and as they were arriving, and whilst talking to the guy I was now talking to, he collapsed himself. He died shortly afterwards from a massive heart attack. The old man in the house was rescued but it turns out he’d had a huge brain haemorrhage and is unlikely to survive. Isn’t that just the saddest thing?
Then we learned that former Labour Cabinet minister Tessa Jowell had died. I met her a few times during the bid for the Olympics, and whilst I’m not a big fan of politicians, I very much liked her for her determination to get the then Government to back the Bid, which at the time was far from certain. When the Bid was secured we were out in Singapore as part of the very influential BT support team. I’ve written about that night before; it was probably the wildest party I’ve ever experienced – losing a brand new jacket, camera, some glasses and a mobile phone and quite a lot of dignity in the process. But the memory of me standing at some bar trying to buy some drinks whilst Government Minister Tessa was excitedly kissing me and Ken Livingstone, stood either side of her (and it has to be admitted any other person in touching distance) was touchingly recalled. There were some very very happy people at that event that night.
Then the news came out that Dennis Nilson had died in gaol aged 72. He was one of the 20th century’s most brutal serial murderers having killed and deposed of at least 12 young men’s bodies at his home in Cranwell Gardens, Muswell Hill in the 1970’s. At the time, though we didn’t know it then of course, we lived right around the corner less than 75 yards away in a flat on Muswell Hill Rd. Neighbours….everybody needs good neighbours. Weird eh.
Then this morning I learned of the death of Ray Wilson, the super England left full back in the World Cup winning team of 1966. I thought he was a terrific player especially as I played in that position during most of my football career. He wasn’t quite a hero because nobody, not even Sir Bobby Charlton, could take that esteem away from Bobby Moore – surely the greatest captain of all time.
But the point is these are all people who were close to me in some way (and just to make clear, Dennis Nilson was only close in the geographic sense) and they are now gone. Oh lawd. You know what that means don’t you? I’m drawing closer to the Reaper. Bloody grim. I don’t think about it too much but you know in the calendar of life I’m turning over the page for November or, heaven forbid, December perhaps. Getting old. It’s totally rubbish.
Too morbid Paul and too near the truth, which we would rather not think about too much-please go back to amusing and controversial.
You’re right guys, normal service will be resumed asap.
Damn it Paul, I clearly missed the Singapore party kiss-n-tell !
Ha! I’m sure there were plenty of fun times up in BT Scotland. hope your well mate
Hey lad, IMHO not morbid at all – it’s life… I read it before taking Harry for a walk this morning which gave me about 45 minutes to reflect and I came to the conclusion that we all know that it is inevitable, it happens to us all and I’d much rather go the way those chaps down the road went than face the prospect of Alzheimers or dementia that two good friend’s are experiencing with their mothers, torture for everyone (except the person in question of course).
Anyway, looking forward to seeing the three of you soon.
Oh and beat the Chavs tomorrow please – I came down on your side because as much as I can’t stand Maureen, the Chavs have the most appalling fans (outside of Wet Spam) and I would be happy to see them in defeat.
Hey thanks Shayman. Yep agree with the dementia thing. I’m already forgetting the simplest things. Yep agree with the dementia thing (sorry rubbish humour)…
Should I watch the Royal wedding or Man U in the Cup Final? Ha! It’s highly likely that the former will be more entertaining but we’re due a performance and always nice to beat the Kings Roaders.
Looking forward too to catching up. Hope that tornado’s subsided now
I won’t be watching either ‘event’ but enjoy whichever you land on. The tornado didn’t materialize here but cut a 9 mile by 4 mile path through Hamden – two towns over, and almost destroyed the historic Sleeping Giant State Park there and three other F1’s (110 mph winds) touched down elsewhere in the State. Thousands still without power because of the trees taking down power lines (why they’re not underground I don’t know – probably a lot cheaper initially knowing how things operate here).
Oh lord sounds horrific. Glad you weren’t badly affected. Hope Sarah wasn’t badly hit – sure it would have been on the news if NYC got it. Also think Sarah’s been out in LA or San Fran delivering a speech (probably on embarrassing fathers).
cheers S love to all
Good lord Paul, if you are on the December page I must be celebrating New Years Eve.
Great to see you back posting.
Ha! Hi John, i’m sure the good lord has got a few extra pages for you mate. Love to Cxx