An Actor’s Life

Joan Collins lives an actor’s life

Channel surfing on a rainy afternoon, I zeroed in on an old black-and-white movie that looked quite interesting, and with a wonderful cast too — Stanley Baker, Gloria Grahame, Laurence Harvey, Robert Morley, Margaret Leighton, John Ireland, Freda Jackson and Richard Basehart — a veritable Who’s Who of wonderful 1950s movie actors. Then on sashayed a zaftig teenager in a tight sweater and a bun — both on her head and in the oven (in the film). ‘My God, it’s me!’ I squealed, then settled down to watch the long forgotten The Good Die Young. Three good men — a broken boxer (Stanley Baker), an American veteran (Richard Basehart) trying to win back his mother-dominated wife (Me), and an air force sergeant (John Ireland) married to a faithless actress (Gloria Grahame) are corrupted by Miles Ravenscourt (Laurence Harvey), an amoral ‘gentleman’. Because they need money, they let Miles lure them into his scheme to rob a postal van with a large cash cargo. (A recent reappraisal of the movie on IMDB notes ‘The young Joan Collins is ravishing as the wife any man would rob a dozen banks for…’ — how kind!) By the end of the movie I realised, with a shock, that I was the only one of the many players who was still alive! I got goose bumps and even though I was at least ten years younger than anyone else, it gave me a sense of my own mortality.

Sadly the good often do die young. I was upset to learn of the death of the trendy Mayfair tailor Doug Hayward. We’d been friends since the mid Sixties when with my best pal Evie Bricusse we invaded his tiny tailoring establishment in Shepherd’s Bush, shocking him by crowding into the fitting booths with our respective spouses to oversee their fittings.