Sublime

And if it was for any sort of a fine handsome woman, but for a little fistful of a woman like Kitty Keary, that’s not four feet high hardly, and not three teeth in her head unless she got new ones!

Luisa and I are leaving for California; the Broccolis have kindly loaned us their house in Beverley Hills, Hollywood, where I have been asked to present the Oscar for ‘Best Actor’. Without wishing to sound too partisan, I hope I hand it to my mate, Michael Caine, who is nominated for his performance in Sleuth.

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

Luisa complains that we always go out with other people and never just on our own, so we had an evening at the pictures and a cosy dinner for two tonight. We went to see Sean Connery in The Offence and thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s a splendid film with great performances from Sean, Ian Bannen and Trevor Howard. I telephoned Sean afterwards to tell hi