In honour of Peter O'Toole who died on this December day in 2013 at the age of 81 after a long life of joie de vivre and being an irreverent imp.
"Many years ago I had a beloved leather jacket... and I never
wanted to throw it away. I sent it to the cleaners because it
was covered in blood and Guinness and scotch and Corn
Flakes, the usual. It went off to the Sycamore Cleaners and
it came back with a thing pinned on it: 'It distresses us to
return work which is not perfect' - so I want that on my
tombstone." Peter O'Toole
