Aside: I remember where I was when I learnt of Ernie Coombs' passing in 2001: I was in a now-defunct bar, working on a pint, when the news flashed on the TV in the background. Everyone in the bar looked sorrowfully to the screen before all of their, our, faces fell slightly. We all then raised our glasses in a silent toast. Ironically, I was by far the youngest person there at the time, and probably the only one who had actually "grown up" (that issue remains very much in doubt) with the show. Says something, methinks, of the esteem in which parents and grown-up kids held him.
16 June 2006
Finnegan Begin Again
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