John Gibson: You’ve got an armful of my blood!
“You must be joking,” I said, recalling a memorable Tony Hancock sketch. ‘‘You’ve got a whole armful there.’’ To be fair, the spanking new building built to cater exclusively to ageing veterans (of the wars in the Crimea and Rorke’s Drift) had been open only a week or two.
The doctors stifled a laugh and remained stubbornly non-commital when, trying to introduce a touch of levity, I asked “tell me, doc, how long have I got?”
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Silvers pieces
Mysteriously and probably mischievously, The Oldie, a monthly mag, lands on my desk. A recent edition (not in braille, smartass) reveals that Bob from East Lothian called the shots at a public auction at Epsom Races.
An impressive array of goods appeared under his hammer, among them an original Paul McCartney guitar.
An autographed publicity still of Phil Silvers as Sergeant Bilko, right, fetched £600. Got me wondering what my personally-signed photograph of Hollywood superstar Bette Davis is worth.
When we met in Edinburgh that day for a blether Bette looked like a million dollars, every inch the universally-acclaimed film star.