Every morning, I wake up next to Robert De Niro. He says good luck, I nod at the signed photo I am referring to and then I rise. Smiling. Guess you could say I am a bit of a fan.
By 1962, Tony Hancock had been absorbed into the role of the nation’s favourite comedian. The comedian’s morose dejection was in its own way, as contemporary to his day as Johnny Rotten or Liam Gallagher was to theirs. ‘Ridiculous!’ I hear you say, but rather true in fact. Take a look if you don’t believe me. Remember though, during this era of cold, post-war austerity no one previously had dared to display such affront.
Where do you start with a man whose nickname is "The King of Cool"? How on Earth can anyone be called that? I mean, it's a bit much 'init? Well, not really... 'cause it's the nickname of Steve McQueen.
It was with a great sense of sadness that I learned of Sir Norman Wisdom's demise the other day. After a six month illness, at the grand old age of 95, our Norm, Norman Pitkin, the loveable Gump, quietly passed away at an Isle Of Man nursing home. A true working class hero, Norman certainly was a chap of many, many talents… his greatest being the ability to make us laugh, something he always tried very hard, sometimes too hard, to achieve…
In late September of 1967 Patrick McGoohan returned to London a compromised man. Throughout his highly successful career, the 39 year old actor had consistently and publicly maintained he would never, ever ‘sell out to Hollywood,’ and act in a meaningless blockbuster. Yet that summer that is exactly what he had done by accepting a major role in the big budget film adaptation of the Alistair MacLean novel, Ice Station Zebra.