No Comparison

Picking up on the news from the UK I couldn't help but notice, with some slight bemusement, the national outpouring of grief for Cilla. Then this morning, on the daily review of the papers on Sky News, someone made a comparison with a similar phenomenon in relation to the death of Diana back in the 90's. It suddenly struck me that I might have actually stood in line to pay final respects to the lass from Liverpool who was, after all, genuinely warm and personable and had really made something of her life coming from those mean streets. Can't say I had any similar feelings in the other case. Quite the opposite, in fact. That helped to put it all in perspective.