I liked his cocky hairdo... Hope who ever was conducting the audition did too...
Reminds me of a guy called Sim Cass, who worked behind the bar at the Blitz LDN and joined some of us other Brits in the used-clothing trade (now called
"vintage"). This was back before the Beverley Center in Los Angeles opened (when Wolfgang Puck was
chef de cuisine at Ma Maison...)
Mr. Puck once offered me a job in his kitchen and although I was tempted, I prefered to have my slightly-dangerous-funny-better-paying-part-time gig, front of the house at the cool restaurant of the day...The job had great perks, partying with movie stars, musicians and the assorted reprobates and conmen who prayed on them.
Los Angeles was a party town back then and I loved it... People who know me know that I can be a rowdy guy... Once Simon Doonan
had to ask me to leave one of his parties at the tiny house he rented, for being too rambunctious...
A friend and I had planned having brunch at Joe Allens before Simon's do... Out-and-about killing time we ended up at the Parrot, a boy-bar on Santa Monica, when Rock Hudson came in. He was a little emaciated but walking, so we hung out drinking cmplimentary Long Island Ice Teas in celebration of his "Royal"... I do not remember too much after that except that and at one point we were pulled over by a Sheriff's deputy, while lost in the hills... Somehow we persuaded him to give us a lift to Fat Burgers on La Cienega Blvd and then Burton Way. The rest is now a blur except that I had a few club stamps on my wrists...
