I sat down this evening, full of good intentions to write a blog post from scratch, probably about some recent political development or news item, lending you – the dear reader – some profound insight into the important matter in question.
And then I saw The Times’ obituary for actress June Brown.
Well, some of it. I couldn’t read the whole lot because it’s paywalled and I don’t do paywalls.
But what I saw was quite enough:
I’ll be quite honest here: this was not the opening sentence or paragraph that I was expecting when documenting the life of a 95 year old woman who had a career spanning over 30 years in one of the UK’s biggest and most popular soap operas.
I don’t have an issue with her amateur (I’m guessing/hoping it was amateur) slice and dice hobby, I just think it’s a really weird thing to start an actress’ obituary with. And it’s quite a 180 from the warm and cosy lines just ahead of it, n’est pas? I can only guess that she had an otherwise unremarkable childhood and that the bunny hacking was the only thing of interest.
But even so… Wow.