Richard Burton, Bogie, Bacall & Me…

A bit of nonsense based on a bit of truth, boyo.

Last week, sitting in the Dirty Duck having a drink I was reminded of when, back in the early 1950s, as a cigar smoking, beer swilling, seven-year-old I would spend a great deal of time in that famous drinking establishment (there was no age limit to drinking in those days: if you could pay for it and hold the glass steady you were welcome) with my own…