Now known as Deady Doug.
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Too soon 
Freshly Doug.
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Dig Doug??
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I disagree, having a slightly weird relationship with death this week. A former colleague of mine passed away over the weekend. He was 29, and that was too soon.
94 is a ripe old age, especially if you’ve got to play around with a football club for a couple of decades.
No, too soon for the joke, not too soon for him to pop his clogs!!
It’s never too soon for the joke. Imho, it’s open season the second they croak.
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Said Miss Piggy when Kermit went.
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When Bill Maynard expired recently I finally got to report that Froggit had croaked.
I’d been waiting thirty years to use that gag.
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Peter Brackley, the football commentator, has died aged 67.
He was originally on Radio 2, as it was then and was the guest speaker at my cricket clubs annual dinner in 1982. A very funny man and good with the impersonations.
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Oh, blimey. I remember him from the 80’s when I lived in Brighton. I lived right by the Goldstone Ground as a matter of fact.
Paul Allen’s yacht has sailed
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Isn’t he the first whale to die of the just giving pledge?
This is genuinely very sad. Anthea Bell OBE, has died. She was one of the great literary translators, which doesn’t sound like a glamorous thing.
But for me, the first things I remember enjoying reading are the Asterix books, there was always a stack of them by my bed and I remember some of them panel for panel. Finding out years later that many of the best jokes, all the brilliant names, were made up by Anthea Bell in the translation from French just enhanced the enjoyment.
As an adult reader, WG Sebald has been one of my greatest discoveries, and there she is again, working literally side-by-side with him. Making his German psychogeographical musings about East Anglia and otherness and death and life into beautiful English prose.
A fucking brilliant woman.
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Had a bit of a shit week so far… Fellow workmate and football team mate died of the big C aged 70…fellow workmate and former mine-host of The Bush at Ovington also died of the big C aged 70. This morning my next door neighbour was wheeled away for the last time at 8.20 another victim of you know what…aged 75.
FUCK CANCER. 
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So sorry to hear that mate. I lost a good friend to cancer a couple of weeks ago, only 36.
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…and all three of them lucky to have you carry their memories on. They obviously all left their mark.
Sorry you’ve lost mates, John. It’s a cunt of a disease but the one thing it can’t kill is memories.
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Thanks all. There are others suffering a lot more than me today and it’s them that deserve support and understanding of their loss. I always struggle to find the right words that don’t sound like they come from a Hallmark card so usually give a hug.
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Sorry to hear all that. Not good. I get it about the hugs though @lifeintheslowlane
But a cautionary tale - as relevant outside the workplace as in.
Thanks Cobs…I’m not a habitual hugger and certainly not a millennial hugger. 
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