heath 23 January 2008
I am really really shocked about Heath Ledger dying. That can’t be right at all, in any universe’s book. The man was beautiful, talented and only 28. I am beginning to feel I have cheated death majorly now, from my lofty 45 years..and there have been times when I have come to in the morning, at home, wondering what I got up to from about 10 the night before. Mind you, as the squarest woman in the world all I expect and deserve (on top of a fine scolding) is the business end of a major hangover if I have been on the razz. I don’t indulge in anything stronger than a Solpadeine when it comes to pharmaceuticals and it’s only recently I started to be able to keep that fizziness down (must be all my hard work with Cava, Champs and Prosecco…) Heath Ledger had an awful lot left to give and it’s a great shame he has not got that chance now. My Mum was telling me about a programme on telly she watched where John Banville the writer was talking about how much he loves this life and is not at all happy to know that he will have to quit it at some stage. She said it was very moving and thought provoking. I know how he feels. It’s good to be alive, however tough and infuriating that is sometimes, and when you see a young wonder like Heath Ledger quenched so easily and unneccessarily you realise there is a lot out there that we must be doing. I’m going to try not to whinge for ages from here on out and just get on with this living lark. Churlish not to.
