Kuba, Remember how I used to call you Baba Yaga (the boogey Man), and how we used to sing Cuba by the Gibson Brothers to you when you came into work? I remember you starting your first week at Nabarro with a leg cast on because you had jumped off a table at your leaving drinks and broke your leg. My life is richer for having known you Kuba and may you now rest in peace my friend. I wish I could have known you longer.