Sympathy for the devil…

I was listening to a best of the Stones album a couple of days ago (well, when I say listening to it was there in the background) and began wondering who Mick was seeing these days now that Bianca and Jerry are history - which just goes to show what a huge Jagger fan I’m not. I was going to Google it, and then out of nowhere the answer was presented to me in LARGE BOLD CAPS.

I’d never heard of L’Wren Scott until I saw the pictures of a grief stricken man leaving a restaurant in Perth in the papers.

L’Wren had business problems, in debt for the tune of around £5 million, but she was beautiful, talented and had a boyfriend worth hundreds of millions. Why would she hang herself? For a moment my vanity caused me to think that maybe my wondering about her was the trigger. Obviously it wasn’t, people don’t drop dead simply because they cross my mind, so what could it be then?

Of course I don’t have the answer any more than I know why Tony Hancock, Ruslana Korshunova, Dana Plato, Michael Hutchence, Amscel Rothschild or any of the hundreds of other celebrity suicides took their own lives. It seems that even the rich, beautiful, and famous are as vulnerable as any of us ordinary folk. Sometimes I wonder if we all have that particular darkness inside us.

So the Australian tour is rightly off and we are all left wondering why. Death will know, but he's not telling and why should we expect to know anyway? It isn't our business. Not anything to do with us at all. It's between Death and L'Wren, even Mick is just a spectator in this particular dance.

That devil Death, it would seem, has many guises; but suicide has to be his blackest suit of all