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While it's almost always quite sad when anyone dies, I can't honestly say there's an Anita Roddick-shaped hole in my heart at the moment.
She did her best, I suppose, going to the rain forests, respecting the wisdom of the ancients, etc, and making herself very wealthy in the process. Well, fair enough.
But, during the Eighties, I developed a rather nasty complaint in an intimate area courtesy of a Bodyshop treatment, one that plagues me to this day.
So, while I don't wish she's in hell at the moment, or anywhere like that, I do like to think that if there is a God, Ms Roddick's soul is now burning a little bit in a particular part of its astral anatomy. And that the throne in heaven may prove to be a place that it's hard for her to approach, without tears in her eyes. |
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