Day 65. Another one lost. (6/3/19)

Magenta Devine.


My generation know who that is straight away. TV presenter in the late eighties/early nineties, part of the Sigue Sigue Sputnik crew. Effortlessly cool, elegant, aloof, stylish, jet black hair, jet black shades.

61 years old and passed away after a short illness.

Seems like every time you look on Twitter at the moment somebody else has gone. And it's never anybody that you look at and think 'thank Christ'. It's never Farage or 'Tommy Robinson'. It's never Donald Trump. It's never anybody whose absence would make the world an infinitely better place. It's always somebody who did nothing but make small pockets of your life a bit more entertaining.

I don't know how old you are but, trust me, at 55, 61 doesn't look that far away. The generation around me is being decimated.

Hold your loved ones close, do the things that you think you'll enjoy, make the world slightly better for your being here, because life is just too bloody short and seemingly getting shorter all the time.

Make a difference. To somebody, in some way. Leave some mark that you were here and somebody benefited from your presence, your influence.

The deal here is I write about what strikes me on the day. This has struck me. It's saddened me. I'd really like to not talk about losing people again this year.

Could we just sort it so we stop losing all the decent people so young?

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