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

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.

Later, Joan Collins and Ron Kass are bringing our children to join us at Leslie and Evie Bricusse’s house in Acapulco, where I will recuperate from the rigours of Bond.

shoulder. As a black actor in a predominantly white industry, perhaps he believed he had to assert himself. One thing I do know is that he need have no chip on his shoulder about his acting ability because today he showed himself to be an actor of extraordinary depth and power. Today was not B-Day 57, but K for Kotto Day. The scene between Bond and

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