Until recently it was my habit on waking each morning to check the news. A lot could happen while I was sleeping, it's a dangerous world, and I needed to know he was all right before I could get on with my day.
On that particular day, once I was reassured, I showered and got myself ready. I was due in Exeter, so it was an early start.
When I got to the railway station, I remembered to turn off the Wi-Fi on my phone to preserve the battery. I turned on the phone, signed in and there it was. He was dead. My legs almost gave way under me, and I spent the next 10 hours not crying till I got home again.
I always listen to Today, I couldn't listen to Today, news had just come over and the rest is... fleeting memories. I remember going in to HMV and wondering why aren't they playing his songs, sitting in an interview unable to speak, reading twitter late, late in the afternoon to see if anyone felt the way I was feeling, watching people as they passed me on the street and listening to street musicians just in case.
Continuing...
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