A know it all punter in my local bookies, before the tinterweb was telling a couple of punters how he’d made his selection on a race for two year olds that had never raced before.Lou Reed and David Shepherd both died on my birthday but neither caused me undue distress; unlike Alan 'Rocky' Lane, who died on my 10th birthday. I would have had no idea who he was, or been the slightest bit bothered by his demise, if I hadn't heard my dad telling my mum that Mr Ed, the talking horse, was dead. Gutted was an understatement.
Florence and the Machine, fuck me, who’d have thought?H.G. Wells and Florence Nightingale.
I was just coming home from my stag night, when heard the newsNot mine but the sainted peoples princess Diana died on my brother's birthday and it pisses him right off