I can't believe I haven't had any funny texts about this. The Michael Jackson ones came through before I even got out of bed.
On a funny note, the Irish lady that lives at the back of my inlaws spent yesterday crying and drowning her sorrows about this. Then pulled herself together and came over for a Christmas drink. While here she started tearing up about it again & said she still can't come to terms with Boy George dying. We couldn't do anything but laugh & let her know it was a different pommy poof called George.