Thursday 12 March 2015

Farewell...

A premier post. Should be a celebration of hellos, welcomes and who the fuck are you's, however, today I'm not happy.

The world lost one it's sharpest, keenest and finest minds to a disease which slowly took that mind away from him. It robbed him of his memory, his ability to recall words, construct sentences and weave the magic he had done through 70 books.

Sir Terry Pratchett was and forever will be a true creator of imagination and a true visionary of the ridiculous. He will sorely missed by those who sought, comfort, familiarity, humour and the excitement of his books and the escapism of a far off place, flat and riding on the back of four elephants who were perched on the shell of a gigantic star turtle. A world which made a great deal more sense than our own.

Farewell Pterry, it seems, you have indeed, beaten the rush...


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