Im 81. I could go at any moment. I could fall over right here, on stage. And then you could all say: I was there! Joan Rivers uttered those words on stage at the Laurie Beechman Theater in New York on 27 August. Barely a week later, she was gone. She didnt die on stage, which is a shame in a way as someone so renowned for pushing boundaries and setting out to shock, you get the impression she would have got a kick out of that. The day after her set in New York, Rivers was admitted to the Yorkville Endoscopy clinic to undergo a fairly routine procedure on her vocal cords. During the operation, she stopped breathing and went into cardiac arrest, triggering a stroke. The comedienne was put into a medically induced coma and given life support but never recovered, and she passed away on 4 September. That she was still performing with the same regularity and intensity as was the case fifty years ago is a testament to the hard work and insatiable hunger for success that cemented her place as an all-time comic great. Rivers rose from unlikely beginnings to perform stand-up over seven decades, developing a reputation for her acerbic delivery and barbed put-downs that targeted anyone and everyone. She swore like a drunken sailor with Tourettes and raised insults to an art form. Can we talk about Joan Rivers? There was certainly plenty to talk about.
I watch movies and I watch sport. I also watch movies about sport, and if there were a sport about movies I'd watch that too. The internet was the closest thing I could find.
