REMEMBERING OUR GREAT FRIEND TIM (Part 1)

I was at a theatre show in London recently and one of the best delivered comic lines of the night, in response to a character making a sideways reference to a dangerous animal was, “What??? A Badger?????”

I laughed out louder than I should have, and later explained to Rachel that it had felt like the sort of exchange I’d have had with Tim had I ever managed to find my way to the deepest south-west before the tragedy struck earlier this year. I do miss him, and if that’s how I feel about things, then it must still be incredibly tough for his family and the closest of his friends, so once again the sympathies of this blog, and everyone associated with it through guest postings and comments, are extended to them.

I want to use this week to revisit some songs that Tim had made mention of during his many guest postings on TVV, with the accompanying words providing a reminder of his wit, warmth and talent.

Here’s part one, and it originally appeared on 17 August 2015 as part of the Pulp ICA:-

Quite simply one of the best British singles, ever, by anyone. Absolutely their defining song, and the classic song of the Britpop era. I toyed with the idea of leaving it off just to be controversial but then I realised that I can’t write about Pulp without mentioning it. It’s too good a record. As a song it is scathing yet hilarious, deeply personal yet turns an eye to larger questions, intelligent yet simple enough to fit within a massively infectious pop melody. And to top it all, triumphant enough to close a live show.

mp3 : Pulp – Common People

There will longer, wonderfully written and occasionally surreal pieces these next few days. I really hope you enjoy reading them (and thanks to SWC for the green light to go with this mini-series).

JC

9 thoughts on “REMEMBERING OUR GREAT FRIEND TIM (Part 1)

  1. Have to agree with JFTL. Many of us here only know each other through our words. But they are words that bring us together, make us think and laugh and react.

  2. I could still drive a nail through my foot that I hadn’t insisted harder back then for the two of them to join the Famous Glasgow Gathering. I am absolutely convinced that the weekend would then have been even better than it already was.

    But now it’s too bloody late …

  3. I know the feeling. I sometimes go to my deceased friend Ron Kane’s blogs that are still there like ghostly manifestations and leave comments that he can never see.

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