t of bother with the authorities and was cooling his heels in the tiny island jail house. He was 46 at the time, a big, big movie star and there he was, behind bars in a little cell guarded by a cheerful Guernsey police officer who couldn’t believe his luck in having such an amiable prisoner. “A lovely man,” he said. “No trouble at all, the complete gentleman. But no trousers, he seems to have mislaid them.” The lovely man was in court the next day, in new trousers, trying to look penitent as his lawyer explained he had been led astray by a sailor who persuaded him to drink rum - “As he is not used to this drink, the strong liquor took control,” he said. This was a bit rich, as everyone in the room knew Ollie liked a drink. On this occasion the rum had led Ollie to challenge the sailor and a few other new friends to a wrestling match in the High Street in the small hours of the morning. He had been arrested wearing only his underpants after the racket woke half the town. The court gave him a small fine for being drunk and disorderly, and breaking a window and Ollie was released into the not-very-welcoming arms of his girlfriend Josephine Burge, a sweet lass of 20 who had been with the old monster since she was 16. I knew Ollie and Jo pretty well and asked him what on earth he planned to do to to make it up to her as she was obviously furious. “I am going to turn on the charm and beg her forgiveness,” he said. “Women love to see a man beg.” I told him I had to see this - “Come along dear boy,” he said, leading the way to a pub, “watch and learn.” I don’t know what he said to Jo on the way to the hostelry but she was already starting to smile by the time we arrived. Ollie bought a round for everyone in the place to celebrate his freedom, then suddenly gave a howl and fell to his knees at Jo’s feet. “I know you’re still cross with me sweetheart,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry I upset you. You were right. I don’t know what got into me.......” On and on and on he went, never pausing for breath until Jo suddenly started to giggle. Trying to look stern she said “Enough! Enough! Stop, you idiot.” And Ollie looked round and grinned at me. After I sent the picture to my paper I went to find him to thank him and offered to buy him a little drink. And I’m afraid that’s all I can tell you about that night. He came to see me off at the airport the next day, fresh as a daisy, with Josephine beside him as calm and lovely as ever. “That was a good night, wasn’t it?” he said. “I think it must have been” I said.