I don't usually comment when famous people die, because I can't think why something I said would be very worthwhile. However, when someone dies and you've admired them it seems a shame not to mark the occasion in some way.
This week saw two deaths of people I've admired over the years.
First, on Tuesday,
Deborah Kerr passed away at the age of 86. I've seen her in so many old films, from the classics like Black Narcissus and The King and I to the lesser known British productions she was involved in. In particular, she made several films with one of my idols, Stewart Granger, including the excellent The Prisoner of Zenda and a subdued but enjoyable version of King Solomon's Mines. In everything she was graceful, and her acting always managed to capture heightened emotions in a delightfully British sort of way.
Then, today I heard of the death of
Alan Coren, a broadcaster and writer who was seen in a number of TV shows, including Call My Bluff. He was a very funny man, and some of his TV appearances and newspaper articles have had me in stitches over the years, as well as providing quite insightful criticism of modern life and other issues.
requiescant in pace