I got his autograph in the Victoria Centre once. No idea why he was there (I think it was some kind of signing event, rather than me accosting him in Jessops, as I doubt I would have recognised him).
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I very much remember his Olympic gold swim. Never came across him personally. I once photographed Sophia Loren in Boots though. That will have to do instead.
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How was she at swimming?
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What sort? Docs? Desert? Thigh? Leather?
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True story. Mrs Guru met him back in the day when she was a nipper and has a photo of him in his speedos.
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Didn't ever see her in the water, but she seemed to be prepared. Carried a couple of floatation aids wherever she went.
The chemist.
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Rob Burrow. Inevitable obviously given his diagnosis but very sad. Friend of mine is currently watching his elder brother fade away from MND.
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Adding a like to that post seems somewhat inappropriate, but Burrow has been absolutely inspirational since he got his diagnosis and a lot of his old teammates have done a ton to raise money for ALS research.
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Push pineapple, dig a grave.
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Aaah-gah-do-do-don't.
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Lad I used to work/went to same school/played 5 a side with took his own life last week. Pretty grim for all concerned. Especially his family and kids.
I know it’s a cliche, but if anyone is struggling, do reach out to someone and keep at it. I came close a few years ago for various reasons and talking helped tremendously.
Drinking and bottling things up doesn’t help.
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I'm really sorry to hear that. Awful.
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Yeah. What he said. Well, what they both said. Sorry RC.
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Talking is the best thing to do. Even if it’s talking with a bunch of webmongs.
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Thanks all. It’s not someone I was close to, we hadn’t spoke in years (pre-Covid). But a lot of my close mates are feeling pain right now as they were still in contact and when I see pics of his family on FB it makes me very sad as with the right help, it may have all been avoided.
A few years ago I self referred myself to CBT, and it helped me enormously. I was suffering after a good mate had passed away and I needed a bit of help. You can very quickly find yourself in a spiral where the dark thoughts creep in and fester.
It’s a damn sight harder to get on these therapy schemes since Covid and the Tories have fucked things up, but the first step of asking for help/reaching out is often the hardest. Even if it’s just a quiet chat with a mate, sometimes a bit of perspective helps. Bottling up helps no-one.
