Thursday has been one of those very basic days. I was in the bathroom getting a shower first thing and I could hear the TV on downstairs. I heard Nessum Dorma belting out and the odd word about Italia 90 and Princess Di and I knew straight away - Pavarotti had died. Never knew he was 71, I thought he was much younger than that. Didn't know he had cancer either, you usually hear about it in the news when famous people get cancer dont you? Maybe I just missed it. At work I did the usual browse the internet and skive for 30 minutes. Read a story about some bloke who was offered 10 million to help some pharmaceutical company keep hush about this drug that had a side effect of making people really bloodthirsty. It would drive me mental something like that. Real moral dilemma. Would hate to have to go through something like that. Also read a story of a couple of 18 year old lads who burgled and trashed a youth centre. They were caught instantly because the silly buggers wrote their names on the wall; "Peter Addison was 'ere". On the photograph, just underneath that daubing though, was a poster of "British garden birds". Our Peter had the impulse to add "R GAY" to the sign. I found this far more amusing than the story itself, but then maybe thats just me?
Might go for an Italians tonight. If they're open, I don't how much of an icon Pavarotti was to those folk. Even if they are open there might be a proper mopey atmosphere. Might just stay in and have a cornetto instead. Just the one though.
