So, reading some Humphrey Littleton, as one does. Come to a break in the writing, the last line of which is his son looking at Churchill’s funeral and asking “Is everyone put to death when they reach 91?”
Put down the book, about to potter off for a wee, or make some toast or something. A little break. My wife looks up and say “Have you seen Gorbachov just died. Age 91!”.
Just one of those little coincidences…..
Interesting that one can read a book by Humphrey Lyttelton without reading his name.
My favourite Lyttleton quotation, from ISIHAC: “If anyone has been affected by any of the issues raised in this programme, for heavens sake, get a life!”
My father-in-law died a couple of months back. He was 91.
Spooky. Not.
This round is based on Life on Mars, where a somebody falls into a coma and thinks he’s in 1973. They’ve stolen my life!
Didn’t he get expelled from Eton for flying to France for lunch (presumably without an exeat chit), in a borrowed Tiger Moth?
The wonderful Josephine Tewson died recently and she was 91
Old people die at an old age. Coincidence? Possibly not.
Good musicians are all dead aged 27.
Bad musicians annoy you until they are are 91.
Humphrey Littleton played jazz.
QED
Damaris Hayman (always played batty eccenctrics. Looked like Dr Evadne Hinge) was 91 as well.
Oh.
Bad Penny Blues
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnCfEzayD6M
So, I’ve got eleven more years. That all?