17th May 2010
Mid morning, phone rings.

Me: "Hey mate, how are you this fine morning, you OK?"

Him: "Hmmm, no, not really."

Me: "No? Wassup then?"

Him: "Nina was killed this morning"

Me: "Fuck. You're kidding...?"

That pretty much dropped an anvil on that conversation, to say the very least. Just what can you say, I still can't think what's appropriate?
Yes, it's a year today that my good mate Prof Kenny Martin had his life turned upside down, and Nina had her's brought to an abruptly tragic end. So, no laughs in this story, just putting this up as a mark of respect to her and support for him.

I did think it might be seen as a bit precious, that there will be people reading here who have no idea who Nina was, Kenny is, and they quite frankly couldn't give a flying fuck, are probably sick to the back teeth hearing this that and the other about 2 people they don't know. In other circumstances, I'd be one of them, no doubt, reaching for the sick bucket whilst soft people on the Internets gush meaningless faux-grief messages of "support" for strangers, Princess Diana Funeral-style. There's something about public outpourings of grief that is undignified and makes a circus of something that can only be really felt inside each person it affects, IMHO. And then it happens, so close to home, you don't know how to best show your sorrow,and knob gags become less important just for a while. A long while, for some concerned.

Anyway, that's it, no jokes, no hilarity, but if Mr M is reading, he'll maybe get a bit more out of this than my shitty telephone calls (which seem to coincide with me having a coronary whilst walking my fuckwitted dogs).

* Fuck it, I was going to try and add something here about a purple-headed custard chucker for light relief, but can't be arsed now...
(Rsoles, Tue 17 May 2011, 11:48, 5 replies)

:(

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 17 May 2011, 12:00, closed)

^ this
Doesn't seem like a year.
( IHaveABadFeelingAboutThis most likely working from home on, Tue 17 May 2011, 17:27, closed)

public out pourings
never pubically out-pour into the wind and watch out for policemen
(TwinkleFuckingToes Has a ingrown toe nail, Tue 17 May 2011, 12:11, closed)

Ok, let the Griefathon BEGIN.
jelly.b3ta.com/questions/questionsyoudliketoask/post1205059
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Tue 17 May 2011, 12:57, closed)

I remember her. I admired her from afar.
I'll toast to her tonight. Thanks for the reminder.
( Ratsta, Thu 19 May 2011, 7:51, closed)