1984 - 2024
Forty flippin' years on the boards!
 (and I had to clean that up...)

"They say that one should always know when to stop. And with that in mind together with the retirement of my wonderful, beautiful, beloved agent Lynne James I think that time has come.

(That and the dreadful thought of making endless phonecalls begging for work!)

So it's time to say a huge THANK YOU for all the laughs, love and fun!
GOODBYE and GOD BLESS. xxx"

UNDER DURESS.....

I'm not one for airing my linens in public (no matter how high the thread count), but for a while I have been ‘stepping out’ with someone. As often happens with these things, as serious as it was for me, it came to an end. We’ve all been through it.

No matter how grown-up one tries to be, sometimes there are bits of silliness that crop up. Sometimes, rather nasty bits of silliness. Accusations, recriminations, violence, intimidation, stalking, harassment.... and occasionally blackmail.

Unfortunately, all of the above have been visited upon me in the last few weeks. The Police are unable to assist with an A.V.O. in this instance, so I’ve been enduring an ongoing, and (so far) unceasing campaign of terror.

I could descend into naming names and outing the perps (too CSI New Jersey...), but I can’t see that helping, really. What I CAN do is pre-empt, and by doing so dis-arm my much loved, very disturbed ex-whatever-it-was.

Accusations (as fake as they are varied) currently include (but are not limited to):

Prostitution (really... no I mean really???? It’s a compliment...)
Theft (I’m beginning to wish I had...)
Heading a Major Drug Cartel (would I be living in such a tiny unit... with no dishwasher?)
Physical abuse (anyone here not noticed I’m a great big poof and a wimp?)

... and a whole bunch of other bits of nonsense that in any other circumstances would have me positively howling with laughter.

So, my darling friends, relations, acquaintances, Romans, countrymen – if rumours of my hookeryish-robberyish-cocaine-smuggleryish-basher-upperyish exploits, adventures and dastardly deeds reach your divinely innocent ears, please treat them.... as you will, really! But either way, we should all get a bloody good laugh out of this...

... eventually.

Then I’ll write my autobiography!