Sir Garfield Sobers, RIP.
He had a good innings
RIP Brenda. A superb actor. And paved the way for so many more
She has an Oscar.
Not many can say that.
Her interview with Gay Byrne on the Meaning of Life was incredible.
Probably in a better placeâŚ.
A wonderful lady,
Brenda Fricker too.
Kevin Keegan was a figure of unique optimism in our lives, but a tragic figure.
Keegan and Toshack. Like Starsky and Hutch, Bodie and Doyle, Regan and Carter, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, Batman and Robin, except both were Batman.
When Kevin Keegan scored after two minutes against St. Etienne in the greatest European night ever, the curl he put on the ball with his shot from miles out on the left wing was accompanied by a unique blowing/sucking action that blew/sucked the ball into the net. Only Kevin Keegan could have done that. Only the optimism and the dare to dream of Kevin Keegan could have done that.
Kevin Keegan made Liverpool, then he flew away, never to return. Liverpool FC supporters were thankful he was ever there.
Kevin Keegan could have won the World Cup, but he got injured.
Kevin Keegan was the Geordie secular patron saint. In Auf Wiedershen Pet the lads finish up the job in Germany and the hut burns down, but the lads are gagging to get back home, because yesterdayâs Daily Mirror has arrived and the news is that Kevin Keegan has signed for Newcastle, and this news is greeted with the excitement of ten Christmases and ten Mexico Eighty-Sixes.
When Kevin Keegan took over Newcastle United in February 1992, his vital life force instantly transformed a team contianing Liam OâBrien which was heading for Division 3 into a team of invincible Gods. He turned Liam OâBrien and David Kelly into invincible Gods because at this moment, that is what Kevin Keegan was.
Kevin Keegan was part of a unique and shortlived perod in mid 1990s popular culture (circa August 1995 to May 1996) where Geordie things were considered cool and brilliant and the zeitgeist. These Geordie things accompanied a wider non-Geordie cultural re-awakening, such as, Oasis, and eh, thatâs it. Gazza was BACK on the island if not back in Geordieland, and Auf Wiedersehen Pet was running on repeat, and the singularly awakening figure of Donna Air was in her sublime pomp on Byker Grove. Our Friends In the North was running on BBC2. Tony Blair was a Newcastle fan and he was the GOOD GUY and he was going to rout the Tories and roll back Thatcherism and re-open the mines. Sir John Hall had taken over Newcastle Gosforth rugby team and signed Rob fucking Andrew. And the centrepiece was the Newcastle United team managed by Kevin Keegan, in their new ICONIC rugby style jerseys with Newcastle Brown Ale on the front, with Ferdinand and Ginola and Beardsley and ASPRILLA. They were going to win the league. Until that night, well, until a lot of nights, that night at St. Jamesâs Park when Cantona scored, that night at Blackburn, that night and that tunnel and that interview at Leeds, that night at Nottingham, but most of all that night at Anfield.
In the end all that optimism fell flat, King Kev became footballâs ultimate meme, and then King Kev walked out, abruptly, and it was shocking, so shocking. The Geordie cultural zeitgeist era was over.
King Kev tried the same trick with England and it worked for half an hour at Euro 2000 but after that it fell flat, and he walked out. But what a walk out. In public, in a shocking way, in a Shakespearean, Keeganian way, at Wembley in the rain on the last day the real Wembley with the dog track was ever used.
King Kev tried the same trick at Manchester City and it worked for a while but that petered out. King Kev wasnât supposed to peter out and when he petered out for the first and only time, we knew he was done.
Kevin âKing Kevâ Keegan was a parable for life. He was a man of dreams and he made you dream of the limitless potential of your young human spirit, but he ran up against the limits, against the fates. He was a man of pathos. He was a man of heart. He was a man of Shakespearean tragedy.
He lived.
We loved him.
Thank you Kevin Keegan.
Gerry Kelly RIP
The Shinner?
Who tried to blow up the Old Bailey, or the tv guy.
Was Bill Oddie a celebrity? Seemed a nice guyâŚ
If youâre under 45 you prob wouldnât know of him but yes he was very famous for a bit back in the day
Classic!!!

