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Sunday, 28 September 2008

28th September 1979

Friday 28
Boring day at college
Got a 'B' for my Sociology essay (blooming heck that was some quick marking)
Bought a shirt from Clobber £5.99 (Clobber was the shop to buy from in Southport then along with Van Allan.. Clobber had a prime site at the entrance of the train station so you just had to pop in on the way home)
Sam phoned at 9.00

Said he had done 3 hours work & now he was going to the Woolpack

I was supposed to be going down there this weekend

Watched
Bonnie & Clyde

After the news yesterday that Paul Newman had I died I thought I would have a hunt around and see who was born and died in 1979 (up to September that is)


Births
Nora Jones ...I love 'Come Away with me'

Sophie Ellis- Bextor .. I saw her in support of Take That last year. She was good but the acoustics were shocking at the MEN arena
Robyn
Shane from Westlife .. my Mum thinks he sings like a girl but you can't take that away from the sucess they have had
Pink..... what a fabulous eccentric gal

Deaths
Conrad Hilton .. grand father to a rather spoilt Paris
Donny Hathaway .. a soulful chap who produced some fabulous music
This is done by Will Young

Sid Vicious ... I remember it so well but it didn't hit my diaries. Punk was at its hilt and he did and done a stupid thing

Richard Beckinsale... I remember the shock of this as he was young and up and coming. Very famous in his roll in 'Porridge'.. very sudden

Airey Neave and Earl Mountbatten were both assasinated by the IRA. We complain about troubles now with suicide bombings but I was brought up with indiscriminate IRA bombings in the 70s & 80s which still went on after my teen was born in the 90s (Warrington and Manchester bombings... the Warrington bomb I was shopping in Manchester and the Manchester bomb I was shopping in Warrington..(I live equal distance from both places) someone is looking over me I think? )


Mary Pickford... a star of black and white stage and screen

& dear old John Wayne .. get off your horse and drink your milk .. the man born called Marion.... Saturday afternoon Westerns would never seem the same again