One good thing from the wreckage of Sinead O'Connor's untimely death: most of the press I've seen has been rightly admiring, or at least healthily respectful. I just can't be bothered to read the other sort of small-minded press, though I suspect it's somewhere slithering around, as is the way of things. Of course, she must have been a difficult person, but the world is a better place for difficult people who so often leave behind so much more than we safe types manage.
At her absolute best she illuminated the world, at the same time leaving the distinct impression she had the force of character to burn it up. (Assisted in the clip I posted by a couple of Smiths, if I'm not mistaken.)
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