IT came out of the clear blue sky, the hollow feeling, a glance at the TV, no explanation, without warning. It was the death of James Gandolfini.
Tony Soprano had our complete attention for an hour a week; it was a scramble to get a seat in the living room as soon as I heard that cool theme tune.
Entertaining millions across the globe for the best part of a decade was not the only accomplishment. It was 21st-century Shakespeare; a testament to the genius of the main protagonist as portrayed by James Gandolfini.
It really didn't poison my mind no matter how many people got whacked. The bottom line is Tony took care of his family – no matter what.