IGOR CUTLEP, temerity no more...

Igor is extirpated, and the hefty fabric of reality sighs briefly. Yet his creases, delicate but sharp, remain.

Let us have some fun and read Igor’s obituaries. Let us compare them and then categorise them:

Independent gushes at celebrity links

Guardian effuses at famous people connections

blah blah blah from the Times with celebrity roll call

Who wins? Well, I put the Independent in a box of spoons, while the Guardian sits on the bottom shelf, under a pile of other obituaries. The Times, well, it is not even fit for lining the cutlery draw is it? Funny how tedious you can make someone just by writing an obituary about them. For Igor, that is doubly the case.

Let us ponder, ideally thoughtfully yet directionlessly; and let some of the word combinations he formulated and their effects on our reality live on…

When I do die I shall be glad to get away from loud pop music and motor cars, but I shall miss, insofar as when one is dead one can miss anything, the beautiful kindnesses of those people to whom courtesy comes naturally.

Posted by Ian at March 9, 2006 11:53 AM | TrackBack §