All You Will Get From Me is My Support. And My Respect.
I'm disproportionally sad about the death of Anthony Head. We played brother Murray's One Night in Bangkok , as a tribute on Friday night, but I don't think it was a very good tribute - a song about chess written by half of Abba for a musical is an odd post mortem tribute. Also, it starts with a whirling eddy of Eastern orchestral vamps that confused everyone. I've always loved Tony Head. I adored him as Rupert "Ripper" Giles, in Buffy, of course. (I love how Americans think Rupert Giles is a perfectly acceptable English name. We're all called Rupert or Nigel or Daphne, and our teeth are just falling out of our heads). Giles was a dream of an Englishman. A cinematic Englishman. He is brave, steadfast, tweedy, bespectacled, romantic, tongue-tied, steely, a technophobe with an insatiable desire for knowledge, handsome, dashing, he has "a past", he's fiercely intelligent, witty, sexy, plays acoustic guitar with his eyes closed, and knows his ...
