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Strange to say, I didn't blame the sailors. They didn't mean to be unkind and were only being their raunchy selves. Certainly if they'd realised what was really happening they would have done anything to make life easier. But there was no way of getting it across.

How could they be expected to understand what I couldn't understand myself? Actually their attempts to make contact with me, however rough and ready, were in fact an example not of their meanness but of their generosity of spirit.

Sea people are wonderfully generous. They have simplicity and depth because dealing with the elements is their business. And because of this simplicity they are also touched by romance. I have always admired and loved them. Later on, when I became well-known, I received many letters from sailors and from whole messes.

Dear Miss Ashley - When you first appeared in the papers we have been collecting your photos and pinning them on our locker doors. Not long ago we decided to form a fan club and all the Mess wholeheartedly agreed. We thought that if you could send us a few autographed pictures Excellent , Monday Tot Time.

Dear Miss Ashley - It is with hearts full of hope that we write this our first letter to you, an ex-mariner and now a beautiful woman. In our mess deck we have forty-one pin-ups of various young, good-looking women but nowhere among these can be found one such as you. We would willingly tear these down if we could replace them with portraits of yourself We write this letter in the belief that you will treat it as a sincere one, and it is you know.

Dear Miss Ashley - I wish to thank you on behalf of all the lads for the photographs you very kindly sent. They now occupy a place of honour in the mess, where no matter where we look we can see them, not that we would want it any other way Take good care of yourself and the very best of luck and happiness in all you do.

Sirens rang in my head. I came to and passed out, over and over again. On the third day I came to and managed to focus on the cheerful face of a middle-aged American nurse in a pale-blue and white uniform. And I was furious! The nurse was saying, 'Oh darling, you've got your whole life in front of you, how can you be so silly, it's a wonderful, wonderful world!

She gave me something outlandish to eat called an avocado pear. The Pear was followed by a priest, blue-eyed American-Irish with a spine-chilling smile. He prefaced all his remarks with 'my child', which drove me up the wall.

Eventually I had to say, 'Will you please leave me alone! A faintly embarrassed representative of Furness Withy said that the Pacific Fortune had left and I should not be allowed to rejoin it. I must say, Furness Withy's conduct was exemplary through all this. But paradoxically the news saddened me.

Despite everything the ship was my only home and contained my only friends. He added that I was being transferred to the Seamen's Mission, San Pedro, to convalesce and should be issued with meal vouchers to the value of three dollars per day. These could be cashed in unofficially so there was pocket money for bus rides out to the beach. The local Samaritans from the Norwegian Seamen's Church introduced me to teenage American voluntary workers who took me to Hollywood, to ball games, to the desert, to the Biggest Big Dipper in the World.

With their help my toehold on life returned amazingly quickly. One is so pliable when young. After months of playing around, I was told without warning to pack my bags for a midnight flight to New York City.

I'd never been up before and was treated like God. The New York mission was grim and in a sinister part of town. Again I managed to cash in my vouchers, lived on hamburgers, hot dogs and french fries, and went into the head of the Statue of Liberty the arm was closed. The representative told me to pack again. I was on stand-by for the S. America , which held the Blue Riband for the fastest Atlantic crossing.

It was a case of having to take whatever berth was going. This turned out to be a luxury stateroom on U deck with yards and yards of panoramic windows. The menu was an astonishment. Here began my love affair with caviar but I baulked at using the First Class dining-room because my trousers were ragged and my thin freezing Californian shirts frayed to death. However this get-up was perfect for the fancy-dress ball on the last night at sea.

I went as Robinson Crusoe. Squaring my shoulders, opened the front door of Teynham Crescent. They were sitting round the wireless drinking tea. Stop all this shit about wanting to be a woman.

You'll grow out of it. You've got it up here, that's what counts. If God had intended the genitals to be as important as the brain He'd have put a skull round them. The second thing was to fix up work with John and Edna. And the third was to try and learn to live with the word 'freak', an embarrassment now to my family as well as myself. In this, a positive element had entered my life which was crucial: Slightly built, with a strikingly red face and a pot of green eyeshadow on each eye, he had come to work on one of the stalls in the Market.

His forehead was very high with a mass of ginger hair piled precariously above it in oily quiffs. When he was excited they dislodged themselves and wound down over his face, in the centre of which was the foulest mouth I'd ever encountered. From this nervously jerking orifice, night and day, issued a flow of abuse and wisecracks.

For Roxy it was a condition of existence, like breathing or the circulation of the blood. And his hands - when they weren't involved in the reconstitution of his coiffure , his hands jumped about in unpredictable staccato, perhaps coming together for a second under the chin like a stunned madonna before shooting off in independent directions, one to the hip, the other to interfere with an earlobe, explore an itchiness in the lumbar-region, or simply gouge the air, then they would meet up again behind his neck in a desperate attempt to knot an imaginary turban.

I never saw him, one might say, in repose. The animated effect was enhanced by the comparative sobriety of his dress. Roxy was a new type for me. And in case you imagine him to be of a simpering disposition, I should emphasise that he was as tough as boots.

Liverpool can be a mean town for those who stick out like thumbs. But under threat Roxy was at his wildest. At first he frightened me too. But the discovery of Roxy's throwaway attitude towards all that was considered reprehensible, well, I simply talked and talked, it was like a bowel movement in my soul.

He invited me to meet his friends in the gay bars. Whenever the doors opened everyone inside would stop talking, turn round to check out who was coming in, and then return to the business of letting off steam among themselves.

There were two main haunts: Many of the customers wore cosmetics and semi-drag. The more exaggerated ones had left home and gave parties. I went to one at the flat of two men who lived as women by night.

Full of pink satin, white lace, gold tassels, doilies all over the place, it looked as though Mae West had thrown up in there. The atmosphere made me uncomfortable, for my own presentation went much further than Roxy's in formality - a dark boxjacket with padded shoulders to make me shapeless, black trousers, hair long on top but cut into a Tony Curtis Boston at the back, and a white untouched face.

There was nothing to do in Liverpool in the early s. The only nightlife was people being beaten up and murdered. After closing time we hung around the Pierhead which was the focus for youthful frustration. Liverpool has tremendous nervous energy.

We youngsters brought it to the Pierhead where a dangerous static would build. Reggie Endicott took me to a boozing party at the house of a friend of his. It was a smart modern one, distinguished by an indoor lavatory. I stood behind a sofa feeling worse and worse and finally went off to this lavatory and locked myself in.

For want of anything more constructive to do I took down a bottle of aspirin and swallowed the entire contents. This second suicide attempt was much feebler than the first.

In fact it failed to connect at all. I crawled home with Reggie, slept for eighteen hours, and awoke with a monumental headache. It was assumed I had drunk too much, a permissible excess denoting manliness. We were at the Pierhead. Roxy was bitching with another Liverpudlian queen called Little Gloria as opposed to Big Gloria who came from Leeds over a piece of rough trade they both had their teeth into.

As usual I was outside it. We had been to the pub behind the Market and had had a few. I loved to drink. My manners had become even more reserved than before. Putting a psychological distance between myself and others was my method of self-protection.

Only drink relaxed me, gave me a holiday from myself. But it took quite a lot, half-a-dozen gins before the lights started switching on. Out there in the keyed-up atmosphere of the Pierhead I overheard two young men discussing marriage plans.

I couldn't live that life. On the other side the row between Roxy and Little Gloria grew intolerable. I knew I couldn't live their life either.

Despair swept through me like a dry wind. Roxy, Little Gloria, me, everything was so sordid. As I fell through the air I registered the shocked silence of those I'd left behind. My fall was broken by an icy smack.

I plunged in and the water carried me off at top speed. On my way down-river I passed beneath a line of pontoons. As I sped out the other side there was a frightful pull on my hair. For a moment I assumed I had crashed into a post until I found myself rising out of the water. One of the young men contemplating marriage had seen me vanish under the pontoon, calculated the point at which I should emerge, ran about three hundred yards, jumped down to it, and was now hauling me out of one of the most dangerous rivers in the world.

I writhed and fought. Chunks of hair came out. But he was so strong, and I ended up at the Ormskirk Mental Hospital. Though sedated I woke up with a start in a soft white gown with no metal fittings on it. In the bed opposite, with jug ears and clawlike hands covered in black hair, a man was tied down and screaming.

Some were giggling, or sobbing, or releasing horrible howls from their throats; others shuffled up and down the ward with faces cancelled by drugs. In the bed to my left was a young man with the loveliest pale features. We would chat in the normal way until a fixed stare came into his eyes. He would start to shiver and to mutter. I like them black, I like them big, they've got to be big and black, I've got to have them big and black. His obsession was the breasts of black women, he'd gone over the edge in that respect, and it had disfigured his whole outlook on life.

It occurred to me that his best chance of a cure lay not in a madmen's ward but in a ticket on the first boat to Jamaica and Cynthia. Wanting to go to the lavatory I was distressed to find myself escorted there by two giants in white coats and not allowed to shut the door.

The inmates were not permitted to shave themselves either. No knives or forks with the food. One ate with a spoon like a babe in rompers. The screamer opposite had to be fed by one of the giants who wiped the slobbering mouth and chin after every spoonful. This filthy performance effectively put me off food. The ward lacked all adornment and was painted a bleak white.

The windows were barred and could open only an inch or two. The doors were bolted shut. I had been imprisoned in a ward for violent maniacs. When this appalling fact dawned on me I asked to see a doctor, and was told to wait.

At last he came and I said, 'Why am I in a place like this? It was to prevent psychological contamination, to remind themselves they were part of the sane community. This is a place for raving loonies, this is not for me. I only tried to kill myself because I'm so unhappy. The two giants took me for a bath, which completed my humiliation.

In the ward the lights stayed on all night. On the fourth day Mother arrived. Bernie was with her in his customary, not-with-it way. She said, 'I wouldn't have come if Bernie hadn't come with me. To this day Mother thinks I've let the family down. It was agreed that I could leave, conditional on signing papers committing me to a year's psychiatric treatment as an out-patient at Walton Hospital near by, which had one of the largest psychiatric units in the British Isles.

When I got home my brother Freddie said, 'You silly git', and ruffled my hair. It was the nearest the family came to discussing it. Dr Vaillant was the head of the unit. His dark eyes couldn't rest, least of all on anyone else's, and darted about in terror of everything. Small and twitchy, he reminded me of a rat in distress. After an interview with him I was passed on to a much younger doctor who began the cure by putting a mask over my face and dropping ether on to it.

The idea was to release one's hidden depths by getting one high. Claustrophobia began to flow up my nose and oppress my chest. Through the stone walls I could hear someone crying. There were four or five sessions with the ether mask and I grew to like it.

This is fatal for therapeutic probes because it means one has regained one's composure. The doctor asked me about homosexual activity. The dose was massive and might have encouraged a little growth in height but failed to make me shaggy and broad-shouldered. Next on the list was sodium pentothal, the truth drug.

It is jabbed into your arm and injected slowly while they ask you questions, questions, always the same ones, always the same answers, over and over again.

Eventually they decided to go straight for the Main Nerve. For this I was put in a public ward. Observing those who came out was no encouragement. These blitzed souls returned from the convulsion chamber like zombies, their eyes blinking and heavily bloodshot, with an attendant supporting them on each side.

A few hours later they awoke in their beds with murderous headaches in comparison to which an aspirin overdose is like a day at the seaside. When it comes to medical matters I'm usually very brave but on these occasions was not.

You are wheeled into the chamber. Wires are attached to your wrists and ankles. A crown of wires is placed on your head. Heavy canvas straps bind you to a table. Once they press that button it's zonk! What theory lies behind E. It was followed by more talk.

After six months of these mind-bending exercises, the doctor told me there was nothing more they could do without wrecking me physically. The report noted, ' One was really supposed to live on sickness benefit like an invalid, but the work kept me sane. At the same time I had my first clumsy affair with a man.

He was called Vic and I'd met him at the Stork Hotel. The barman came across to me and said, 'Someone wants to buy you a drink', which wasn't unusual. Already I was the prettiest and most mysterious of the bunch, but going out of my way to look as straight as possible although the one thing they always said was, "You've got a 'woman's eyes'".

Occasionally Vic would crash out on Mother's sofa. She quite liked him. But his insane fits of jealousy killed it before it had a chance to reach anything romantic. I had also met one of the directors of a local brewery, who offered to put me on a catering course. But when I started to attract an extrovert clientele I got cold feet and asked for a transfer.

This was to the Westminster Hotel, Rhyl, to learn dining-rooms and kitchens. It was off-season, dead as dead roller-skating was the biggest treat in town , so after some months I asked for another transfer. It took me to St Asaph. I didn't get on with the family running the hotel. The last straw came when a horse bolted and dragged me on my back all through the shopping streets one crowded Saturday afternoon.

Besides, there's only so much you can learn about a dining-room. I'd run out of ideas; something else had to happen. Ronnie Cogan, a friend who'd gone to London, would occasionally return north to demonstrate his metropolitan style. Aghast and goggle-eyed, he said, "You mean you've never heard of Cuban heels? Eee, Liverpool's nowhere, kid - if you want to get somewhere you've got to come to t'Smoke.

Mother refused to lend me a bean, so I boarded the train with fifty shillings in my pocket. Piccadilly, the Ritz, Her Majesty! The most sensible thing I'd done in my life. It's funny how these changes seem impossibly major while you contemplate them. But when you do them, it's so easy - freedom and a floor like Big Gloria's had been waiting there for years. Six-feet-four with a face like Sitting Bull, he didn't seem at all surprised to see us and immediately brewed a cuppa.

Now for a job. Ronnie and I found positions right away as table-wipers at Lyon's Corner House, Coventry Street, the night shift, upstairs. In imitation of Roxy I smeared my lids with green paint, and ate Benzedrine Inhalers to keep me wiping through the night you took out the wad of inhaler, cut it up with scissors and swallowed the pieces with water.

In if you wanted a cup of tea in Central London at 4 a. My section was soon filled with fans, little old men and women to whom I gave free cups of tea from a gigantic metal teapot. They sat there all night drinking tea and going to the lavatory, and at dawn they melted away. With Ronnie I took a small flat in Westgate Terrace.

In the morning after work we'd fly back in a fever to scrub it, hoping to exhaust ourselves for sleep. My God, those Benzedrine Inhalers.

Three days later you'd be all of a pother and still going! One drank excessively to smooth it off round the edges. Sometimes I ploughed through a whole bottle of vodka before work. No, London was not disappointing. I learned all that was free if you were prepared to walk and can still surprise Londoners with odd corners they didn't know existed. The pubs we frequented were the Fitzroy and the Marquis of Granby north of Soho, in a district hung over from Bloomsbury days and known to us as Fitzravia.

The Fitzroy was the most outrageous pub in London and often raided. The police entered, the place fell silent, they bolted the doors, and anyone without identification was taken off in a Black Maria. London was of course littered with bomb-sites. Soho I never really took to, despite spending considerable time there. But I did meet a famous scientist in a restaurant in Dean Street. Little Gloria came south too and brought the news that Vic had committed suicide on a camping holiday.

At lunchtime he'd walked into a Welsh reservoir. He called out, "That's O. I'll not be back. Slip-ons had recently come into the London shops. Before it had always been lace-ups. I arrived on Christmas Eve. Ivor turned up blind drunk, ready for Midnight Mass. You're not even a Catholic. You're famous for encouraging people to defect! So leave me alone. I just want a quiet Christmas. Ivor sloshed along the hall walls behind me, attempting to get to the church across the way.

He zig-zagged all over the road. Mother was pushing him, abusing him, trying to stop him collapsing before he reached a pew.

The two of them fell up the steps, he crashed into the door, and she shoved him inside. I turned and called out, "Are you sure you never want to see me again? Because if you say yes, you never will. I've hated you from the second you were born!

But there was no mistaking that it had arrived. I walked a mile or so to Broadway where Ronnie was spending Christmas with his lot. When he opened the door he was horrified to see me with my suitcase but Mrs Cogan was marvellous. Back in London, while elbowing tea stains off the Formica at five in the morning, a very pretty girl called Sylvia drifted in for a cup of tea and said, "Wouldn't you prefer office work to this? I wouldn't mind a change. I gave up the Benzedrine and the eye-shadow and went legit.

There had been inducements - I gave an inhaler to a fellow worker and he ran into a bus and was killed. Finally, when Ronnie metamorphosed into Humphrey Bogart under my very eyes, I knew I'd overdone the drink, drugs and sleeplessness.

Duncan looked like a little leprechaun, which is what I called him. Pink and chubby, always chuckling, he wanted to be my sugar-daddy but I said no. I was too romantic to make it as a tart. The agency was perfectly situated when the coffee-bar boom happened. Our favourites were nearby in Old Compton Street, the Two Eyes where Tommy Steele used to sing before he became famous, and the Kaleidoscope round the corner.

Like Big Gloria she came from Leeds. Like Duncan she looked like a leprechaun. Like me she was a teenager, but half my height with wild red hair, ravishingly pretty and usually hysterical with manic laughter.

Rita was doing the same as I'd done, waitressing all hours, Benzedrine Inhalers, have another coffee on the house, have another Danish, have you met Betty the Berk? One was always being introduced to people with names like that.

Betty grunted and carried on spooning piles of sugar into his coffee. When Ronnie moved on I couldn't afford to keep the flat.

A transvestite hooker friend, Tristram, who had a record of petty-mongering as long as your leg, said I could take a room in his basement in Victoria. After a while I had to put it to him. I have this private income. A few weeks later, coming down the street after work a little earlier than usual, I spotted a young woman coming up the area steps.

Nothing romantic about her and she was with a man a hundred years old at least. And something else bothered me. I went up to Bill, one of the boys who lived upstairs, and said, "Do you know, I got the most shocking bill from our grocer. Tristram's letting your room to whores during the day. By the half- hour when he can. And the house, you realise it's being watched. Who would have believed I was innocent? Who ever believes it? The night boat appealed to my sense of drama.

A few days afterwards Tristram was arrested. He was described in one newspaper as appearing in court "with heavy black beard poking through heavy white make-up". The following day I was washing dishes. The hotel there was unfinished, plonked by itself on the edge of a cliff, with the lighthouse rising theatrically opposite. He was a charming softie from the North of England.

She had more zap, the double of Ginger Rogers, and was having a duet with his business partner. You can have it as general manager and caretaker. Breakfasts, morning coffee, lunches, teas and the bar. Among my customers were the lighthouse- keepers, a tourist called Clare Cork who was passing through and an Italian waiter who was her lover. But at night I was alone, with only a black cat and a tortoise for company.

I'd start the day with an early-morning swim, then open up, take in the milk, tidy the bar, put the chairs and tables out on the terrace, put on tea and coffee, cut bread for toasting, heat the fat in case anyone ordered a cooked breakfast, and sit there eating pieces of orange in summery bliss.

Apart from the vagrant staff, the first in would often not be until 11a. A few for lunch, mostly salads. Tea-time was busiest, cream teas on the terrace, but the nights alone could get very gothic. Imagine my joy when Rita and the gang pranced in at the tops of their voices. Mr Wormold normally left at 11p. He knew about these dansants but didn't mind because I was such a godsend during the day. And after midnight I'll turn the lights out too, in case the police get nosey.

I shouldn't want to distract them from their duties. One night I'd gone up early to ease my head - the lighthouse men had been in and out and I was whoozy from drinking with them.

Hearing a noise below, I went to the top of the staircase wound in a sheet. The party people were arriving. Raising my hand I said "Welcome, darlings! Dazed momentarily, I grabbed one of the piano legs to raise myself up. I noticed it was covered in black cloth.

My eyes travelled up it to where a powerful thigh stretched tight the fabric in an outward curve, up to where it joined another leg and bulged menacingly as a beam from the lighthouse moved slowly across the jutting pelvis, and from there to a narrow leather belt, a stark white shirt suggesting the shadows of a heavily muscled trunk, up towards an open collar and a dark throat kissed by the sun, two ropes of muscle between which an Adam's apple was gently swallowing, and on to a strong jaw line, wide mobile mouth with brilliant sudden teeth, a nose slightly fleshy but only so much as to render all the rest more huggable, and proceeded to the magnificent eyes in whose endless green depths birds sang and lions roared and dreams slid to and fro.

The head was square, covered in tight glittering curls, and set rocklike on straight shoulders. For me the rest of the room had vanished into silence. All I could hear was, "Let go of my leg, you bloody idiot. Rita had brought him. A week later, while I was working late in the bar, he walked in. Rolling golden body, deep deep tan. Taken unawares, I stuck my head in a glass of gin and scrutinised him out of the side of one eye.

Knives switched under my ribs. I'd forgotten the tonic. He jumped up on a bar-stool and sat there grinning. Whenever his own patter ground to a halt, which was quite often, he would look down and brush non-existent specks of dust from his thighs.

Once the gin began to soak in, I relaxed a little. Italian and Irish blood splashed together with the English inside him. He was so tremendously bright and alive that he seemed to trigger a phosphorescence in the air.

Can I have another beer? That is, "Sure you can. Before he climbed aboard he kissed me. In front of all the passengers. I was completely floored. When I fell into bed I thought, "What is going on?

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The Marshal of Mesa City. Distribution only; produced by Boris Morros Productions []. The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Legion of the Lawless. The Saint's Double Trouble. Distribution only; produced by Walt Disney Productions []. The Marines Fly High. Abe Lincoln in Illinois. You Can't Fool Your Wife. The Saint Takes Over. Anne of Windy Poplars. Christian Meets the Women. Tom Brown's School Days. Stranger on the Third Floor. The Ramparts We Watch.

The Villain Still Pursued Her. They Knew What They Wanted. Distribution only; produced by Walt Disney Productions ; premiered in New York City, followed by a premiere in Los Angeles on January 29, and went into wide release on April 10, []. Mexican Spitfire Out West. Premiered in New York city, wide release on January 10, [].

Produced by Ealing Studios and released in in Great Britain []. The Saint in Palm Springs. Along the Rio Grande. It Happened to One Man. Premiered in Great Britain in October []. A Girl, a Guy and a Gob. The Devil and Miss Jones. Robbers of the Range. They Met in Argentina. Scattergood Pulls the Strings. Tom, Dick and Harry. One of six films in the Dr. The Story of the Vatican. Distribution, The March of Time short [].

My Life with Caroline. Distribution only; produced by Samuel Goldwyn Productions []. Distribution, The March of Time feature []. The Devil and Daniel Webster. The Mexican Spitfire's Baby. A Date with the Falcon. Four Jacks and a Jill. Valley of the Sun. Call Out the Marines. Sing Your Worries Away.

Mexican Spitfire at Sea. Land of the Open Range. The Tuttles of Tahiti. The Mayor of 44th Street. The Falcon Takes Over. Mexican Spitfire Sees a Ghost. Co-produced with Mercury Theatre []. Pride of the Yankees. Wings and the Woman. Here We Go Again. Scattergood Survives a Murder. The Navy Comes Through.

Red River Robin Hood. Seven Miles from Alcatraz. Premiered in New York City and went into wide release on January 8, [].

Once Upon a Honeymoon. Pirates of the Prairie. Premiered in Cincinnati, OH; wide release March 19, []. Distribution only; produced by Samuel Goldwyn Productions ; premiered in San Francisco, wide release February 5, []. Forever and a Day. Premiered in New York City, wide release April 9, []. The Falcon Strikes Back. Premiered in New York City, wide release May 7, []. I Walked with a Zombie. Premiered in New York City, wide release April 30, []. Premiered March 1, in the U. Premiered in the U.

The Falcon in Danger. Mexican Spitfire's Blessed Event. The Saint Meets the Tiger. Behind the Rising Sun. So This is Washington.

The Adventures of a Rookie. The Sky's the Limit. A Lady Takes a Chance. The Falcon and the Co-eds. This Land Is Mine. World premiere in London on July 22, []. The Curse of the Cat People. The Falcon Out West. World premiere in London on October 19, []. A Night of Adventure. None but the Lonely Heart. The Woman in the Window. The Falcon in Mexico. The Princess and the Pirate. The Falcon in Hollywood. Betrayal from the East. Tarzan and the Amazons. Those Endearing Young Charms. The Falcon in San Francisco.

Radio Stars on Parade. Isle of the Dead. First Yank into Tokyo. Wanderer of the Wasteland. A Game of Death. The Bells of St. World premiere in London on June 1, [].

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