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First of all I just wanted to thank everybody who sent such beautiful and heartbreaking messages about my mum but also about her celebration and also who shared some of their own incredibly painful stories of loss. I am not currently in a position to be able to reply sometimes even to my own friends. Death and witnessing death, particularly if it was not peaceful has a way of making one rather mute -and I feel very remiss in the weeks following being the only person in the room watching my mother die ,becoming virtually catatonic and immobilised and unable to thank people for their messages .I will get around to it as I become hopefully stronger and if you are one of those people who is feeling upset at me for my silence, please know that it’s global and not personal and I could not appreciate the support more. I have had to take down the little films I made of my mother‘s funeral and celebration because of some extremely abusive messages I received that I’m just not really robust enough to be dealing with around such a precious and tender subject right at the moment .But I also wanted to share that I have read a lot of books during these last couple of years and “The Orphaned Adult”by Alexander Levy is by far the most helpful and it stands alone because obviously losing one’s parents is inevitable-(I did start that journey rather younger than most at the age of five and I have had the experience of sudden death, very young, and a dragged out Illness that in fact was not what killed my mother later in life )and this is the only book I am aware of that speaks so potently to the experience of being suddenly an adult orphan, which most people brush over as the natural order of things but could not feel less natural or orderly. So I just wanted to make sure that anyone in this position who is suffering and feeling that they perhaps shouldn’t because everyone around them keeps banging on about inevitability and this is the age where it happens and blah blah blah, this book is sensitive and poetic and in those bleak weeks and months following, when one is living one’s life in 10 minute increments it provides a balm, and balm is hard to come by. Much love.X

I don’t want to post this. I am only posting this because I have had to register my mother‘s death certificate and it will soon become public record. She died the night of July 15th in my arms after immeasurable suffering. I have not picked all the best photos, nor the best videos, because I cannot bear to go through my camera roll yet. I deeply apologise to any of her friends who are finding out this way or through the press, but I cannot go through her phone . I am paralysed. Jude was the compass of my life ,the love of my life, my dearest friend. The vastness and huge heart of this tiny woman has touched so many people who love her dearly.She has been brave in so many ways, forgiving sometimes too much , believing in the ultimate good in people - and the world is so dim without her that it is nearly impossible to bear . Mama, I love you so much. This has been my greatest fear since finding my father dead at five and I am here. Oh my Mama.. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I am so sorry.

Breathing air and hugging trees and rounding up geese babies and life life life . 💪🏼Myf let us down by trying to eat some moody looking prawn crackers on the floor but other than that it was a celebration 🤍

I wasn’t going to come back to Instagram but anyone who has a spare prayer or magic or miracle or sunbeam please send it to my mama, my most extraordinary, warrior, generous, humble, loving, unique, irreplaceable Mama. Thank you 🙏🏼 -Lord, keep her safe this night, secure from all her fears, may angels guard her while she sleeps till morning.light appears 🤍🤍🤍 amen

Golden globes 2025 -Yessssss @demimoore 🩷🩷🩷🩷 Willow is so thrilled about it that she has turned into an ancient,quite dangerous demon 📸: @alexevansphotography

For various reasons, my mum wasn’t able to travel this year and neither was I so she spent this difficult first Roy-less Christmas with the best family in the world and I just really want to thank @davidjohnbradley1 , my father Richard’s best friend from RADA (and my godfather) for having been a lighthouse to us for what feels like forever.There are some people who show up when it’s fun . Not everybody is capable of being the most fun and also never missing when things are unbearably painful. My mother was in hospital when my father Richard died at the age of 31, and it was only Dave‘s wife, (then girlfriend )Rosanna and me in the house with him when he died. I spent my 6th birthday and many weeks in Italy with Rosanna’s family and without my mum a few months after my dad died . Her brother used to let sad six-year-old me sit on his lap and pull his leg hairs out one by one . (It helped a bit but can’t have been much fun for him.).These are people that have always without fail, been there for the most painful, the most scary, but also the most fun ,the most inclusive, the most generous moments. I cannot thank you enough for folding us into your incredible family and for looking after my mum this Christmas and I love you all. This video just makes me sob. God bless you, magnificent Bradleys. Buon Natale, grazie, up the Villa and ta very much ????????????????????

Just overwhelmed by how many people still get such joy out of my dad’s work all these years later and take the time to tell me ….I’m so proud of him and so grateful to everybody who has helped to keep him alive forty odd years after his death at 31. That’s how we keep them around us and I’m very grateful to everybody who keeps him alive and in our hearts and may he continue to make us all laugh for decades and decades and decades. Merry Christmas.

Happy birthday my dearest friend @gabriellaclairemorpeth .I treasure so much all the jaipsing people see and the Desmond battling and be pretty nice-ing people don’t. You’re a gem and a lover of sparkles, a fan of sudocrem and a summoner of Arancini balls and you know know when to gently pull me by the elbow and when to let Hounslow out. So glad to be the mong to your goose and the Jeff to your Jeff.Happy birthday darling girl???? (ps I know it was yesterday but I underestimated how much Jefferation was in my camera roll and my god it’s taken hours lol) PS-the restraint it has taken not to post all the photos I have taken of you on the toilet has staggered even me ????

So, it seems quite a lot of people have assumed that Kenny Rogers on Halloween was my mother in a beard rather than myself -and I just need to clear that up because she’s getting increasingly tired of being asked to perform “The Gambler” in her local Tesco Metro . She’ll do it but not with the girlish enthusiasm she brought to “Give us a Clue.in fact she dressed up as Phil Foden this year which was a bit of a copout because she just wore some shorts and held a massive fish .Anyway here are a few bits and pieces that didn’t make it but still made us laugh including Kenny getting out of a Jetta

Kicking impeccably chic ass ????and a couple of close ups doesn’t half hurt lol

Jude is now banned from straddling anything in Chiswick except our local postbox

Sundays are for playing if you’re lucky enough to have a good friend who knows and shares your love languages eg space raiders down the rec and trying to be a realistic ostrich