Sublime

For a leading lady to bring me a letter from her father-in-law is a new experience. She is married to Michael Attenborough, son of Richard, and when Dickie was in New York recently for the opening of Young Winston I dropped him a note. His reply said it was very sweet of me to offer to look after Jane, adding that he knew I would do this anyway. Th

I was in bed with my leading lady when Princess Alexandra’s sister-in-law telephoned. ‘Oh, dear,’ said the Hon Mrs June Ogilvy, ‘I do hope I am not disturbing you.’ ‘Not at all,’ I hastened to reassure her. ‘I am only deflowering Solitaire.’ And I was, for B-Day Fifty-eight was my big love scene with Jane. Despite the fact that her father-in-law, R

The weather turned suddenly colder today, but the chill in the air warmed under the sunny smile of Gloria Hendry, whose entry into the French Quarter Inn courtyard was straight out of a Bond movie. I can’t remember what colour her dress was; I only know it fitted just below her coffee-coloured skin, and when she walked part of her seemed to move in

Tomorrow, Guy has banned all visitors because the voluptuous Gloria Hendry and I are going to play our love scene and he wants a