Thursday, June 25, 2009
Nostalgic celebrity worship
It's always a shock when you hear that a particular type of celebrity has died.
The type of celebrity that you thought was forever young, the memory that you have is one when you were sitting on the floor of the living room watching the telly on a Saturday night. Eight years old sitting with your wee brother and sister watching the black and white rented telly, Mum on the sofa, Dad in the pub.
I always have a soft spot for showbiz stars of the seventies. After all, I am a child of the seventies.
So when I heard on the news that Farah Fawcett had passed away earlier today my heart sank.