Just been discussing both Alan Rickman and Bowie with the kids over dinner. It might just be me but I find the fact that the deaths of two 69 year olds have touched three youngsters so deeply rather moving.
Rickman I can understand; not his stage work, not even
Die Hard or
Truly, Madly, Deeply, but for a youngster his recent appearance in the Harry Potter films is why he'd be familiar. That I get.
Bowie is more surprising - I'd have leapt to the conclusion that for most youngsters it would have been "David who?" and for the minority tangentially aware of him, something of the oh-some-old-bloke-who-was-big-years-ago (and even the most fanatical Bowie fan would if they were honest have to concede that the very best work by which he will be remembered stems mostly from the 1970s). It takes an older-than-their-years, particularly switched-on youngster to know about both and to be aware of their stature in the arts.
Speaks volumes for your parenting, Rhi

This has reminded me that I was just about to listen to
Heroes, one of my all-time favourite tracks and potentially the greatest rock tune ever (next to, or alongside,
Gimme Shelter) and I just can't bring myself do it
