'Paul Newman's died.'
'Why? What was wrong with him?'
'He had cancer and he was eighty-three. Apart from that, he was fine.'
No prizes for who I was in that conversation. (The person not in possession of all the relevant information).
For me, Paul Newman will always be the guy in 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.' I loved that film, but it's one of those ones I am a bit scared to see now as I suspect that I will feel a little disappointed. It's a bit like candy floss - tastes great if you're a kid, but as an adult you feel like you are eating a sugar steelo pad.
I was a big fan of 'Raindrops Keep Falling on Your Head' and an even bigger fan of the Manic Street Preachers' version of it.