When rock statesman Spencer Davis died in October, friends in LA were sharing their fondest memories of him.
Despite his successful music career, Spencer still liked to play the lottery, buying three sets of tickets: one for him, one for his wife and one for his dog. For many years, the tickets brought nothing but disappointment – until one draw in 2012 when his numbers suddenly came good.
He won $10. His wife won $10. And his dog? $250,000.
The following week, Spencer was due to attend an industry lunch at the Sunset Marquis, so brought his lucky mutt with him, who looked resplendent in a fancy new diamanté collar and leash. He announced his arrival in the broad Welsh accent he never lost, saying: “Lovely to see you all, my very successful friends. Now, I want you all to meet the richest fucking dog in America.”