Sad news as George Melly has passed on.
When I was a teenager, I knew him as a jazz singer because my parents would often venture out to see him performing with John Chilton's Feetwarmers.
Over the years, though, he's popped up as a film and TV critic and a commentator on art whose opinions actually seemed worth hearing: he really knew his stuff - those years hanging out with the likes of Dali, Bunuel and the rest of the surrealist gang.
George was a national treasure and I'll be digging out one of his old cassettes when I get home.
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George might have been a national treasure, but his granchildren aren't!! I had the misfortune to be subjected to them many years ago (when I earned a living spraying perfume on rude women in a Planet Hollywood bathroom) and they were snotty, demanding brats!!! Grrr..I'm still angry...
Cassettes? Bit archaic, aren't you?
I've got a couple of CDs if you want to borrow them
And now I've got to go and find them and play them
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