Bob Monkhouse has sadly died. I heard it on a radio playing in the background this morning while I was out and about. Immediate thought: ‘Shit.’ It wasn’t a great surprise, but I was hoping his treatment would give him a bit longer.
A few years ago, I got hold of Bob’s home address, from Paul Gravett. I never did get round to writing to him. Damn.
And this, right on the heels of the death of Alan Bates. All good cheer in the true Christmas tradition.