here's some "D'orange juice" in memory of PP

Almost anything with Pete in it was guaranteed to be watchable; even if the rest of it was pants, his performance would lift things. When he was on song with good material he was amongst the greats.

Condolences to his friends & family.

In the Name of the Father.
Rest in Peace.

Brassed Off is one of my favourite films and everything I saw Pete in was lifted by his presence RIP

before today and I had to look him up on Wikipedia.

Given past events, is it just me that always wonders which fact in a recently deceased person's Wikipedia entry is the one that's been mischievously added on hearing of his death to try and catch out lazy newspaper journalists?

Brassed off was a wonderful film greatly enhanced by his performance in it.

...tell you that that trophy means more to me than owt else in the whole world. But they'd be wrong! Truth is, I THOUGHT it mattered. I thought that MUSIC mattered. But does it B*ll*cks? Not compared to how people matter. Us winning this trophy won't mean bugger-all to most people. But us refusing it - like what we're going to do now - well, then it becomes news, doesn't it? You see what I mean. That way, I'll not just be talking to myself, will I? Because over the last ten years, this bloody government has systematically destroyed an entire industry. OUR industry. And not just our industry - our communities, our homes, our lives. All in the name of "progress". And for a few lousy bob. I'll tell you something else you might not know, as well. A fortnight ago, this band's pit were closed - another thousand men lost their jobs. And that's not all they lost. Most of them lost the will to win a while ago. A few of them even lost the will to fight. But when it comes to losing the will to live, to breathe, the point is - if this lot were seals or whales, you'd all be up in bloody arms. But their not, are they, no, no they're not. They're just ordinary common-or-garden honest, decent human beings. And not one of them with an ounce of bloody hope left. Oh aye, they can knock out a bloody good tune. But what the fuck does that matter? And now I'm going to take my boys out onto the town. Thank you.

Hope this doesn't offend anyone, as he's just died in hospital, but this scene is one of my all-time favourites.

Pete Postlethwaite was always believable, whether grappling dinosaurs, frightening crimimals in The Usual Suspects or falling in love with a younger woman in Among Giants. He had great presence thanks to his unwavering stare, lived-in face and booming voice.

You were always rooting for him, in films like Brassed Off or When Saturday Comes, and this is what makes the Danny Boy scene and his speech at the end of Brassed Off, posted by Neil, so moving.

that in a strange way, Stimpy paid him the biggest compliment possible by saying he had never heard of him. When he played a role, he was that character, and it was the character that he wanted you to see, not Pete Postlethwaite. There are plenty of one dimensional actors who believe we want to see them and not the play/film they are in. Michael Caine, Sean Connery, Arnold Shwarzenagger, Bruce Willis to name a few, but Pete Postlethwaite must have been a Director's dream as he played the role, and not Pete Postlethwaite playing the role. We will miss you Pete although, not in an obvious way.

And none more so when I first saw him in a BBC play over 20 years ago now. He played a Liverpudlian businessman who's life fell apart as his plant hire firm went under.

Both tragic and comic, I've never forgotten it.

Sad news for us all and condolences to all his family and friends

and a quick google suggests it's "The Muscle Market" by Alan Bleasdale.

Always remember the line when Pete arrives home late after a stressful day at work "Is my dinner still warm?"

The GLW (played by Alison Steadman) replies "It is if the bin's on fire"

has it!

He was a brilliant actor. Yep, Brassed Off is my favourite PP film, but he was also in Sharp, playing some mad soldier. He was good he was.

Some years back I ended up having a lunchtime drink with him after a recording of Radio 4's Loose Ends and he was a delight. It was only supposed to be a "quick one" but as is so often the way it turned into a minor session that went long into the afternoon. After the seventh or eighth pint of Guinness he bid me farewell with the words: "Got to go, son. I'm due on stage in a few hours".
And off he trotted, as happy as the day is long.

I never saw it.
I was genuinely shocked and saddened by this news.

I bet they all refer to him as "Peter".

A properly magnetic figure, I still never really understood why he was chosen to play an oriental chap in The Usual Suspects. I suspect he wondered why as well. Didn't stop him from being magnificent, though.

a couple of days ago, which, although not without its flaws, is far more entertaining and accomplished than I thought it'd be.

And obviously, Pete Postlethwaite was the best (and scariest) thing in it.

Ní bheidh a leithéid ann arís.