Sublime

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

With M, who orders Bond to investigate the sudden disappearance of agents who were probing Mr Big’s insidious business, is Miss Moneypenny – played by another mate, in fact a former classmate, Lois Maxwell. We were in the same year at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art.

I have been asked to sign all sorts of strange things, including hands, arms and actual breasts. I remember Danny Kaye, coming over on the plane, was asked to sign a stewardess’s blouse in a protuberant place. My nastiest moment with autograph hunters was years ago when I was making Ivanhoe. I stepped from a car at the stage door, where a mob of te

A little light has gone out of our lives with the leaving of lovely Gloria, who has completed her scenes here and gone off on an Austrian holiday, where her warm exuberance is probably melting the mountain snows. She is quite a girl; she endeared herself to the whole unit, and, for myself, I couldn’t have wished for a more delightful double agent t

Instead, I talked to a charming lady from Woman’s Own, Iris Burton, and if it was not the most in-depth interview I have given on this picture it was certainly one of the most enjoyable.

The children arrive tomorrow, and I wonder if Geoffrey will realise I am Bond when he sees me in action. Just before we left England he asked: ‘Can you beat anybody, including a robber?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ I replied confidentially. ‘Supposing James Bond came in,’ he persisted. ‘Daddy is going to play James Bond,’ I explained. ‘I know that,’ he sighed impat

Guess who’s coming to dinner? Sidney Poitier, who else? He lives in Nassau and is hoping to hop over next week to spend a couple of days with us. Michael Caine was coming from London, but he has been laid low with the ’flu and doesn’t feel up to the transatlantic flight. Mike is not the only ’flu victim. Roddy Mann, Sunday Express columnist and an