Angel of Death
I am become death, destroyer of worlds and runner who an old lady thinks has Covid 19 Angel of Death, Thin Lizzy (live version, 1983) I saw Lizzy on this, their farewell tour, at my first ever concert. They were awesome. A funny thing happened to me when I did my lunchtime run last Friday. I'd rounded the last turn at the top of Summer Lane, with about 50 m to go to the sandwich shop. I approached an elderly lady and as I drew near, she moved to the far side of the pavement and covered her nose and mouth with the collar of her fleece. I mean, if I'd been coughing like a 40-a-day docker on his first fag at 6am I could understand, but, no. I was simply running along the pavement and this woman thought I was Typhoid Mary. Maybe it was my outfit. I don't know why the elderly lady I passed on my run seemed to get offended at me. Was it my outfit? This is actually Typhoid Mary, John Romita Jr's original incarnation of the Marvel villain from Daredevil. Besides, who wears ripp
