Making that point, but not too obviously:
Next door was a disused Texaco garage that he acquired for $10,000 and turned into the Lone Star, a chic beachfront restaurant with a four-room hotel attached. This was much-loved by the local glitterati, who appreciated his discretion as much as the food and atmosphere.
Why would a four room hotel in Barbados require discretion?
Nice account of a nice life! Sounds far better than being a proper movie star. Something he appreciated, judging by the title of his autobiography.
I did not realise that James Clavell both scripted and directed To Sir, With Love. Talented chap. I think he gets somewhat unfairly classed as a ‘blockbuster’ writer. His Hong Kong novels are at the top end of that genre but Shogun is a brilliant work of historical fiction.
Can just about recall the Cambridge Theatre’s ‘Return to the Forbidden Planet’. There is a contemporary connection in on that night that the trains were cancelled – either a strike or heavy snowfall – and we had to get taxis to/from the city. Some things never change. And my memory must be better than I thought.
Indeed. The clever wink is the use of ‘local’. Why should ‘local’ glitterati avail themselves of rooms attached to the restaurant of a discrete owner?
Knocking shop, innit?
“Knocking shop, innit?”
Kek! I was going to say “ask BIS”