It was a real shame to wake up this morning to the news that Sir Terry Wogan had succumb to cancer. The original TOG has popped his clogs and another entertainment industry icon is gone. The last couple of months have been really costly to us in terms of celebrity losses and Sir Terry is the latest casualty.
Terry Wogan was the only DJ that I could name in my childhood, my parents always had their radios tuned to him and I got used to his dulcet Irish tones from a young age.
Whilst I have written about Lemmy and David Bowie in recent death related posts, they were probably most adored by those of us from a certain generation (or two). Terry Wogan on the other hand was more universal in his appeal.
I know that today, my parents will be feeling a sense of loss and even my Nan, who is 92, will be upset by his passing. Tributes will be pouring in from the rich, the famous and people that actually knew Sir Terry; they will be read by many more people than my little post...
…but I write it nonetheless because Sir Terry was a family man and one family orientated thought pinged into my head when I heard the sad news.
In the late seventies/early eighties, I remember being at my Nan’s house with my sister and dancing around her living room to the “Floral Dance”. My Nan had the seven inch single and played it upon her portable, red, plastic record player. Happy days!
Who would have thought that I’d later develop into a head banging, Motorhead fan? Still I bet even Lemmy would have smiled when the Floral Dance came on the radio.
My thoughts are with the Wogan family.
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Terry Wogan was the only DJ that I could name in my childhood, my parents always had their radios tuned to him and I got used to his dulcet Irish tones from a young age.
Whilst I have written about Lemmy and David Bowie in recent death related posts, they were probably most adored by those of us from a certain generation (or two). Terry Wogan on the other hand was more universal in his appeal.
I know that today, my parents will be feeling a sense of loss and even my Nan, who is 92, will be upset by his passing. Tributes will be pouring in from the rich, the famous and people that actually knew Sir Terry; they will be read by many more people than my little post...
…but I write it nonetheless because Sir Terry was a family man and one family orientated thought pinged into my head when I heard the sad news.
In the late seventies/early eighties, I remember being at my Nan’s house with my sister and dancing around her living room to the “Floral Dance”. My Nan had the seven inch single and played it upon her portable, red, plastic record player. Happy days!
Who would have thought that I’d later develop into a head banging, Motorhead fan? Still I bet even Lemmy would have smiled when the Floral Dance came on the radio.
My thoughts are with the Wogan family.
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