The best obituary you'll read today is about a swashbuckling female journalist who landed several scoops of the century.
This ripping obituary of journalist Clare Hollingworth, who died recently at 105, is a cross between a kid's adventure story and something out of John le Carré.
She could swim, ride, ski, fly a plane and jump with a parachute. And shoot: during the war she slept with a revolver under her pillow; spares included a small pearl-handled one for her evening bag. Aged nearly 80, she was seen climbing a lamppost to gain a better look at the crackdown in Tiananmen Square. She once avoided arrest in Bucharest by staying wrapped only in a towel. Romanian secret police might strip a woman, she reckoned, but would not dress one by force.