by seige » Sep 4th, '07, 13:08
When this happened, I was in Cuba on honeymoon.
I was in the hotel lobby bar, where there was German TV at one end, English-speaking TV at the other end. I'd already had a few 'Brown Cow' cocktails, and yet I remember the whole bar going silent when this 'breaking story' came in.
He was truly an international symbol of the genre.
Bless his cotton socks! But, as they say, live by the sword—die by the sword. (or Barb in this case). He'd used his 9 lives countless times over, I think.