Not usually one for such associations, but in an oddly Kennedyesque way, I always remember that I was in the (now closed)
Blaencaron Youth Hostel in deepest Ceredigion, serendipitously conversing with a lady whom I'm 90% sure was
Bettina Selby (only realised later after thinking "I recognise her from somewhere"), when the news about the Concorde Paris crash was announced.
Cracking location for a hostel, but now a
private residence.
And an interesting lady. Can't remember her views on Concorde now, although we discussed it at some length and I vaguely recall they were rather stern, but she did talk about the origins of the Spanish lisp......
Monty Python were always on about "ici, le naughty Brian Trubshaw", too, for some reason.
Nice crate, anyway.