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2001. The year the world changed, or so they say. A bit of the world, maybe. I was still picking up old people who had fallen out of bed, and had graduated to looking after my grandfather, who wasn't up to living alone anymore. I also acquired a feral cat that my sister found somewhere and fell in love with. My cat definitely didn't fall in love with him! I was half afraid she might try to eat him, as he was a kitten and still very small, but in the event she didn't deign to go anywhere near him.
Otherwise, apparently I remember even less about 2001 than I do about 2000! I remember the BBC debuting The Blue Planet, a documentary series about the sea. Gorgeous photography, bugger all information. Typical modern telly! Still, it did look very nice. I remember it particularly as being from this year, because the first episode aired on 12th September.
It was the year that Jack Lemmon died, I remember that much. Long a favourite of mine. His son, Chris, was one of the stars of my beloved Thunder In Paradise of course, so possibly making me laugh runs in their family. Chris wrote a wonderful tribute to Jack, the book A Twist Of Lemmon, which is one of the funniest books I've ever read. I recommend it.
The West Wing first aired this year - in the UK anyway. I fell in love with it about two minutes into the first episode, and I'm still waiting for the American public to wise up and elect Martin Sheen as President. Okay, so he has no intention of standing. But that's immaterial.
George Harrison died this year too. My favourite Beatle. Helps with choosing this year's music, anyway. I checked the Top 100 for the year, and it's a cacophony of teeny pop acts covering old classics. Yuck! One or two good tracks that I remember, but I'd rather leave the rest lurking in the murky clouds of history. My kid sister turned nineteen this year, and she was all about Steps and SClub7. Argh!
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Otherwise, apparently I remember even less about 2001 than I do about 2000! I remember the BBC debuting The Blue Planet, a documentary series about the sea. Gorgeous photography, bugger all information. Typical modern telly! Still, it did look very nice. I remember it particularly as being from this year, because the first episode aired on 12th September.
It was the year that Jack Lemmon died, I remember that much. Long a favourite of mine. His son, Chris, was one of the stars of my beloved Thunder In Paradise of course, so possibly making me laugh runs in their family. Chris wrote a wonderful tribute to Jack, the book A Twist Of Lemmon, which is one of the funniest books I've ever read. I recommend it.
The West Wing first aired this year - in the UK anyway. I fell in love with it about two minutes into the first episode, and I'm still waiting for the American public to wise up and elect Martin Sheen as President. Okay, so he has no intention of standing. But that's immaterial.
George Harrison died this year too. My favourite Beatle. Helps with choosing this year's music, anyway. I checked the Top 100 for the year, and it's a cacophony of teeny pop acts covering old classics. Yuck! One or two good tracks that I remember, but I'd rather leave the rest lurking in the murky clouds of history. My kid sister turned nineteen this year, and she was all about Steps and SClub7. Argh!
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