Poor sick and hurting friends.
'Objects In Space'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That sounds like a lovely dinner and time with your dad, Kathy.
Great dinner, kathy and a bike -- very cool.
Damn. Nicholas Hughes, Sylvia Plath’s son commits suicide
The son of the poets Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath has taken his own life, 46 years after his mother gassed herself while he slept.
Nicholas Hughes hanged himself at his home in Alaska after battling against depression for some time, his sister Frieda said yesterday.
He was 47, unmarried with no children of his own and had until recently been a professor of fisheries and ocean sciences at the University of Alaska Fairbanks.
Dr Hughes’s death adds a further tragic chapter to a family history that has been raked over with morbid fascination for two generations.
Oh, yikes. I'm trying to think of a family with a weirder triangle of dynsfunction.
Not weirder, but just as dysfunctional were the Hemingways.
Damn. Nicholas Hughes, Sylvia Plath’s son commits suicide
Fuck! Poor Ted Hughes.
(Not only did Sylvia commit suicide, but his lover afterwards committed suicide and killed their child with her.)
Ted Hughes is already dead, David. Died in 1998, I think. Right after Birthday Letters came out.
Ted Hughes is already dead, David. Died in 1998, I think. Right after Birthday Letters came out.
Sheesh. Thank goodness?
Still, what a sad legacy.
Absolutely. Poor Frieda, is what I was thinking.