Keith Flint from the Prodigy. I thought he’d a lovely heart.
AA Gill. I absolutely loved his snotty reviews. I miss him. In his very last column, be basically gave a review of the state of healthcare in UK - and gratitude to the NHS. I think of it often.
Gill ended the article by recalling a conversation he had had with a cancer nurse. “(She said) ‘You’re supposed to be with me down in chemotherapy. I saw your name. Why are you up here?’,” he wrote.
“‘Well, it turns out the chemo isn’t working.’ Her shoulders sag and her hand goes to her head. ‘F, f, that’s dreadful.’ I think she might be crying. “I look away, so might I. You don’t get that with private healthcare.”