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29 October 2009


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What a sad moment in radio history. I can still recall vividly the evening in September 1955 when Phil's first wife, Grace, died in a fire at the stables. I was 9 at the time and I'm sure I thought they were real people. I can certainly remember crying with my mother and sister.

I still listen to the omnibus edition every Sunday morning.

I've never listened to The Archers, and to be frank, the music drives me insane, but .. how sad. I know a lot of people do love the series, and find it just as you describe; warm and comforting. I've just never got into it.

I'm sorry for the loss of one of its actor's though. He will leave a hole in many people's hearts, I think.

He will be sadly missed by devoted fans. Unlike many of the Archers characters both Jill and Phil do look as I imagine them.

I think the character I remember best from when I listened to the Archers just has to be Walter Gabriel and his "Me old pal me old beauty" Long ago and far away ...

abig thanks for so many hours in my life be it that i was home or away the archers have always been part of it and you as phil, so life goes on ,and time passes. you will be sadly missed tic w-s-m north somerset

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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