For the Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased) 50th Anniversary weekend only, I have a number of special offers and a wonderful prize for you help you celebrate!
Take a look down the page for what I hope will be some nice surprises…
Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased) Prize Quiz
Do you fancy attending ‘A Celebration of ITC 2’ – a special event taking place at the iconic Elstree Studios on Saturday 19th October 2019?
ITC Entertainment was a powerhouse of filmed television drama from the 1950s to the 1980s, producing a succession of hit action-adventure series such as The Saint, Danger Man, The Prisoner, Department S, Man in a Suitcase, The Champions, Return of the Saint and The Persuaders!.
The iconic Elstree Studios, where many of these shows were made, will play host to this very special event to celebrate the fantastic programmes we all remember and love.The event will include a special celebration of Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased) which celebrates its 50th anniversary this year!
Special guests, including those who starred in and worked on the shows, as well as those who have been inspired by them, will take part in exclusive and interactive Q&A sessions. In addition, there will be opportunities to meet all the guests, get your personal items signed*, and purchase items. There will also be screenings and other attractions and happenings, to celebrate how ITC entertained the world.
In addition to myself, Anneke Wills, Jennie Linden , Carol Cleveland, Caron Gardner, Valerie Leon, Ami Macdonald, Derek Fowlds, Matt Zimmermann, Laraine Humphrys and Jamie Anderson will also be there. (More guests to be announced…)
This is YOUR chance to win a ticket to this very special event!
To enter, all you have to do is answer the following question and send them to the following address: email@example.com
1. What was the name of the character played by actor Ivor Dean ?
2. What is the name of the episode written by Mike Pratt?
3. Which make of car, registration BAP 245B, did my character drive in the series?
4. Which ‘Only Fools and Horses’ star appeared as one half of a mind reading variety act in one episode, in one of his earliest TV roles?
5. What was the name of my character’s sister, played by Judith Arthy?
Important: Entries must be received no later than midnight on Sunday, 22nd September, 2019.
Should I receive more than one set of correct answers, then they will be put into a draw. The first one to be drawn from the hypothetical hat will be the winner.
Please don’t forget to include your name and contact details (email address) with your entry.
Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased) Anniversary Weekend Photo Deal…
For this special weekend only….
Buy one photo get one photo of your own choice free.” THIS SALE IS FOR 3 DAYS ONLY from Fri. 20th Sept-Sun. 22nd Sept.
Click HERE to view my extensive range of colour and black & white photographs
Special Book Discount…
Also for this Anniversary Weekend, I’m offering my memoir – ‘Where Have I been All My Life’ with a £3.99 discount, so from 19th to 22nd September, you can buy the book for just £13.00.
Please send your order to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Please see below for some excerpts from the book…
‘In The House on Dragon’s Rock episode in The Saint, it’s been said that Roger and I may have set a British record for the number of retakes a director had to do for a single TV scene. In this case, that honour goes to Roger himself, who was not only the series star but was the director as well. I forget how I got there but the script called for me to be menaced by a squadron of giant ants and spiders who were guarding a gigantean female ant sitting on her eggs. I was trapped between huge rocks that prevented my escape. The rocks were made of polystyrene and were almost lighter than air. So, of course, as Roger came to rescue me from the giant insects, I inadvertently dislodged one of the boulders. It took off, hitting several others. In an instant they were all airborne, sailing toward the camera. Roger and I broke into hysterical laughter as the mechanical ants and spiders were left clawing thin air, their gears and motors spinning madly. Now, wearing his director’s hat, Roger, still beside himself with laughter, managed to assemble the crew to corral the rocks and reset them in place.
Once again, I took up my position among the boulders and as Roger called “Action!” I let loose my terrified cries as the ants and spiders surged toward me. As before, Roger dashed to my rescue – but now it was his turn to elbow a rock loose and unleash another avalanche, the torrent of boulders knocking the monstrous female ant off her nest of eggs, Roger started to laugh again, then suddenly escalated into uncontrollable gales as he looked down into the nest. Doubled over, he managed to signal me to climb up to him, then he pointed down at the nest. Cradled in tidy rows were large brown eggs each stamped with the red Lion’s brand image of a male lion. Clearly, the props department was having Roger on and with disastrous results for the day’s shooting schedule.’
“My Relationship with Benny Hill”
I thought it was evident from my behaviour that although I was fond of him for his friendship, his good company and his kindness, I wasn’t attracted to him romantically. He would say things like I was the girl of his dreams and in the next breath giggle and make a series of jokes to cover his embarrassment at the revelation.
An elegant Georgian abode in posh Kensington, with impossibly high ceilings and tall windows, the flat was in an incongruous setting for Benny’s spartan lifestyle. If the grand exterior advertised wealth and breeding, Benny’s rooms had a council–house–like starkness. Almost bare of furnishings except for a TV that dominated the centre of the sitting room, a few armchairs and a formica–top kitchen table off in a corner, never in a million years would you believe that a superbly talented celebrity lived within those drab walls. From the moment he greeted me at the door, I sensed Benny’s nervousness, which only increased as he poured our tea at the table, all the while keeping up a flow of chit–chat about his recent trip to Marseilles, a city he loved. Suddenly, he stopped in mid – sentence and fixed me with a frozen smile that put me off–balance and unnerved me.
“Is there something wrong, Benny?” “I don’t suppose you’d marry me, would you?”
“A Conversation with Prince Charles That Changed the Course of My Life”
‘The Philante was beating northward around Land’s End, when I
heard a man’s startled “Whoops!” as the 85–foot motor yacht suddenly plunged into a deep trench between waves. I looked up from my book and saw Prince Charles hopping sideways on one leg as the boat rolled him dangerously close to the rail before righting itself and restoring his balance.
“Sorry about that,” he said with his characteristically shy grin, “I always seem to leave my sea legs on shore.” To this day, I wonder what drew Charles to find me on the secluded lounge chair I used as refuge when the empty banter of Tommy’s social–set threatened to overwhelm me. “What are you reading?” he asked, canting his head to see the cover. “Tolstoy’s War and Peace. I’m finally getting around to it.Have you read it?” He laughed and shook his head. “We didn’t do the Russians at my school.” He settled back on a lounge next to me and opened his book.
“Do you mind if I ask what you’re reading?” “A new biography of the Buddha.” During my time with Tommy, Charles had been an occasional weekend guest on board the yacht, usually joining–in the chatter with what I thought was more a sense of duty than pleasure. At odd moments, at the dinner table or when we were in the lounge for a round of charades, Charles would call–out “Annette, give us a few of your latest.” He was a great fan of my jokes and fortunately, whenever we’d be together, I’d
have a fresh supply. After each one, he’d throw his head back and guffaw like a schoolboy, always capping it with “I’ll have to remember that!” But from the outset, this conversation we were having on the afterdeck was, at least for me, extraordinary in its range and openness and I believe especially revealing for the Prince. It would go on for an hour, during which he told me of his newfound interest in Buddhism and how it had introduced him to a different way of thinking. Our time together ended with him writing down the book’s title and saying that I should give it a try, especially as I was looking for something to replace Catholicism.’