Crazy (Like a Fox) July 22, 2006
Posted by John Hodson in : General , add a commentI wake up in the mornings, check the newspaper obituries and if I’m not listed therein, then I must still be alive…
Okay, it’s a hackneyed old gag, but sadly one that has a basis in truth. Jack Warden, one of that vast army of Hollywood ‘B’ players whose name amongst a cast list generally sells a movie to me, has died aged 85. I’m sorry for Jack, and for those that loved him, and the fact, selfishly, that he will no longer grace my film world. A decent, so the cliche goes, innings.
Whenever I read one of these obits, I say to myself: ‘85 - not bad’, then deduct my age from his (just as a yardstick of how much longer I’ve got left clinging to this whirling planet). Thirty five years: ‘not bad’ the voice in my head says. Then I think of myself 35 years past, and blimey, that was five minutes ago…
Gulp.
God bless, Jack, I’ll be along in, oh, let’s say five minutes or so?