Sung he has, and over it is for Luciano who delivered his final aria and mopped his brow with that little scarf thing for the very last time yesterday.
Like an operatic Barry White, Pavarotti was of sizeable girth and was renowned for his love of the ladies, though that’s probably not a mental image you want to dwell on with either of them. The two of them are probably duetting in heaven right now (or hell, depending on whether they behaved themselves when they were alive) as a sort of a male version of The Weathergirls.
In his 71 years of hairy super-sized existence on Earth, he popularised opera for the masses, notably as one of The Three Tenors alongside Domingo and Carreras.
In the darker recesses of my record collection lurks a Xmas single by the hilariously named The Three Fivers, made up of Bruce Forsyth, Jimmy Tarbuck and Kenny Lynch, in which they parody the infinitely more talented trio in piss-poor operatic style.
Let’s see you mimic them now boys. Any volunteers for pushing up a very large number of daisies? My money’s on Tarby.
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Dale Winton is going to join Placido Domingo and Jose Carreras in Pavarotti's absence. They will be called 'Two Tenors and a Nine- Bob Note.'
Mr Griffles.
As long as the after-show bash didn’t involve a pool party. Placido’s a big chap and can look after himself, but little Jose might find himself in a sticky situation.
Or in the spirit of trans-Atlantic monetary harmony, maybe Fifty-Cent could fill the rather large void to join the two surviving tenners (collectively amounting to exactly $41 at today’s exchange rate). "Nessun muthaf*cking dorma…"
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