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.

As the sun was setting over the silhouetted palms, the phone rang and my agent, Dennis Van Thal, told me from London that he had on my behalf politely bowed out of the two-million-dollar production Getting Rid of Mr Straker. It is a film Mel Frank and I planned before I knew I was to be Bond, and starred Lee Remick, Orson Welles, Terry-Thomas and D

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.

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.