Then there was also the Colorado High School massacre, which as several people (Miles Wood and Andy Collins) have since pointed out, also bears a strange, and largely un-noticed by the media, resemblance to 'Heathers' i.e. two disaffected teens - one in a trenchcoat, please note, and one who keeps a diary - start offing the jocks, with the aim of eventually going out in a massive blaze of glory. "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw", as they say. Any similarity to Chow Yun Fat and HIS heavily-armed trenchcoat is also, I'm sure, purely coincidental.
And now, someone offs a TV presenter, execution-style, on her doorstep. Serbians? Disgruntled gangsters? Irate tour company reps? As yet, no-one knows: maybe it's a particularly specialised serial killer. Comparisons with Lady Di have been myriad -- largely because they were both blonde totty, as far as I can tell. That and the massive exercise in bouquet dumping; better add a cabal of florists to the list of suspects. The major difference is that the Jill Dando jokes have turned up rather quicker than the Lady Di ones did. For example:
It was interesting to compare the coverage afforded the event by the different channels. BBC seemed to be treating it as a dry run for the Queen Mum - who cares about the dozen of civilians killed by NATO - while ITV virtually relegated the killing to the "And finally..." slot: oh, yeah, some trollop from the other side went *down*, good job it wasn't one of ours. The tabloid press had a field day, unsurprisingly; shot down in her prime, blah blah, so wonderful, blah, tributes pouring in, blah blah.
And all this was for a TV presenter, not anyone powerful, not anyone who actually created anything, just someone who was quite good at reading from a pre-prepared script. God knows what they'd do if someone important kicked the bucket. But such is the power of television: we feel we know the people on it, since we invite them into our homes, and let them sit in the corner of our room and talk to us.
This is, I should stress, the royal "us", since at the moment, I personally would feel no great sense of loss were current programs to be replaced by five channels of hissing static -- except for 'The Adam and Joe Show', naturally. If someone were to kill them [probably James Cameron, for their blasphemous stuffed-animal epic, 'Toytanic'], I might be slightly cut up about it...