We have house guests and we were discussing the various fates of mutual friends that we’ve not seen for years. And one such story was of Tom, a delightful man who worked for many years as a subeditor on the Daily Telegraph (and one of his colleagues, The Great Redacto, has been a commenter here over the years).
Tom died of a recurrence of a cancer which had been in remissions for many years: well over a decade I think.
Rasputin however met a more brutal demise, as he was poisoned, shot four teams and thrown in the river before he eventually drowned.
Would never have happened in Tom’s day.
World’s going to the dogs as the good ones pass on I tell you….