Saturday, 25 March 2017

"Give Dotty A Chance: An Insult To The Memory Of Dorothy Squires


I am appalled after listening to the unadulterated piece of shite that was Martyn Hesford's "Give Dotty A Chance", purporting to be a story about my great friend, Dorothy Squires. I can honestly say, hand on heart, that every one of Dot's friends who suffered listening to this fictitious crap agrees with me. Some years ago Johnny Tudor, one of Dot's friends, paid tribute to her by writing a play~a good play~ which starred Welsh actress Ruth Madoc.

Madoc also plays Dot in this one, broadcast yesterday on BBC Radio 4~not the Dot we knew well and loved, but a monster, a joke. The entire production was a catalogue of lies and a cruel piss-take from start to finish. The BBC even have the audacity to use one of MY pictures to promote this bile:

In 1979, Dot was NOT penniless and living in a caravan, in a back field in Surrey, and suffering the indignity of a chemical toilet. She was living three miles down the road from me.

Dot was NOT a drunk, and popping pills.

Two gay fans did NOT pester her into making a comeback, and Dot would never have treated any fans the way this demented caricature does. After portraying Dot so well in the Johnny Tudor play, Ruth Madoc should feel ashamed of herself for doing this. I guess you might say that with her own glory days behind her, she probably needs all the work she can get.

The playwright needs to get his facts right. Any genuine Squires fan will know that Dot's comeback concert, generally regarded as the greatest in her glittering career, took place at the London Palladium in December 1970...NOT 1979. Neither was her final concert in Brighton in 1991. It was 1990. Get your facts right, you bloody knucklehead!

What do police raiding gay nightclubs have to do with Dot? She was NEVER approached to participate in gay pride with this being her ONLY means of ever affecting a comeback. She adored her gay fans and would never have used them for gain. Between 1936 and 1990, she was never away from the spotlight. Neither would Dot have spoken about her gay fans in such a disparaging manner.

And why not use Dot's voice all the way through the programme, instead of someone who sounds like an inebriated, fourth-rate Hermione Gingold?

NONE of Dot's friends EVER heard her saying bad things about Roger Moore. She always spoke about him with great respect, and he supported her right until the very end.

Regarding the title: so far as we know, only Rod McKuen ever called her Dotty. She hated it!

Dot's shows ALWAYS sold out in record time. There was NEVER an instance when a promoter reported that only four tickets had sold for a concert.

Regarding the interview, Dot NEVER called anyone "darling", and hated anyone else using the word. Yes, she confessed to me that she disliked Lulu, but she would have never denounced her so nastily and publicly in an interview. Neither did she boast about herself in radio interviews in the way that this pathetic caricature does. NO interviewer would have got away with treating her with the disrespect that this woman does. NO radio station would have allowed such rudeness.

The scene where Dot gets drunk and has a punch-up displays the playwright's crass ignorance, despicable cruelty, and an ability to lie more profoundly than he has until now. in this dreadful play. Thankfully, Dorothy Squires the star will remain in our memories, loved and respected, long after this buffoon has been forgotten.

In short, the ENTIRE production is puerile and disgusting. It can be aptly described in just one word...VOMIT.









Sunday, 19 March 2017

Dorothy Squires: First Ever Biography Of This Great Lady

Dorothy Squires: An Intimate Portrait By Her Friend & Confidant



During her heyday, Dorothy Squires was Britain's most popular female singer, and one of the wealthiest. Fate was rarely on her side, and though frequently a fool to herself with her many frivolous lawsuits, and with her obsession for one man, Roger Moore, which nevertheless gave way to some of her greatest songs, she remained hugely popular until her death in 1998.



I was her friend and confidant for many years and one of the few she stayed in touch with until the very end. For my book I have  used extensive notes made when talking and meeting Dot, as she was lovingly known, to create a biography which is told mostly in her own words. Dot also approached me to ghost-write her autobiography, and sent me a script that she had written and submitted to a publisher. I haven't used any of this verbatim to break any copyright laws, but I have paraphrased it. I hasten to add that it is not the same script which Dot submitted as Rain, Rain, Go Away.


Here's an extract:

   After the show, we decided that I wanted to meet Dot. We got backstage and a small bespectacled woman, her secretary Doris Gaard, asked us to stand outside the door at the end of the corridor. I was walking towards this when a strong hand grabbed my collar—one of the security men.  
   “What do you think you’re playing at?” he growled.  
   Then all of a sudden this booming voice, “Hey, you! Get your fucking hands off him!”
   This came from the tiny figure who had just emerged from the door—Dot, who had eschewed the Darnell gown for a brown skirt and cream blouse.
   Over a bottle of wine, we hit it off at once. Dot arranged for us to have tickets for her show the following week, and for seventeen years we were part of her entourage. I sold albums in the foyer, Jeanne took pictures backstage for Dot’s “family album”. When I finished The Piaf Legend, she read the script before it went off to the publishers. I wrote her a song, “I Sing My Life”, with the French singer, Gérard Berliner:

   I wear my life upon my sleeve,
   Because I know just what it’s like to take the blows,
   I face each storm, and I pull through
   Each hopeless mess of broken dreams, and I survive…

At Dot’s concerts we met dozens of celebrities and politicians along with so-called socialites she had little time for. There were nice people, such as the ailing pianist Russ Conway, who had a different young man with him each time—two A-lister footballers who turned up with male lovers, introduced as their “personal assistants—until they had downed a few drinks, when the truth came tumbling out. There was Marion Montgomery, who along with her then performance partner, Richard Rodney Bennett, also became friends. Nicky Welsh, Dot’s orchestra leader, was an absolute scream, especially after a tipple, as was Johnnie Gray, a man with a huge handlebar moustache which would have put Jimmy Edwards to shame. Then there were others who were not so nice: a soon to be well-known, over-the-top bitchy camp television presenter springs to mind, a couple of spitting-cat camp pianists, and a crooner who had seen better days but still considered himself the next best thing to Frank Sinatra. There were other celebrity Squires fanatics who, whilst raving about her, disliked one another intensely and often hissed and clawed at each other like angry snakes, backstage.
   I only saw Dot lose her cool once—and I mean really lose it to the point of almost passing out with rage. This was in Birmingham, when she was made aware of the comment in Cosmopolitan—in the wake of a sustained campaign of taunts by Private Eye, which described Marianne Faithfull as, “Britain’s most famous wreck since Dorothy Squires.” Dot even broke up the editor’s name to get a “fuck” between the syllables, and sued for libel. The judge, Patrick O’Connor, awarded her £8,000 in damages. Ironically, the pub that we all headed for that night after the show, the Mulberry Bush, was one of the two involved later that year in the Birmingham bombings which killed twenty-one people. It was O’Connor who presided over the appeals in 1988 of the so-called “Birmingham Six”.
   With Dot, life could be frantic and frustrating, but it was never dull. In her final years, she became a victim of her own insecurity and always believed that the world and its mother were out to get her. She penned her memoirs under the title, Rain, Rain, Go Away! These were so litigious that once they had been ditched by the original publisher on account of the multitude of threatened lawsuits, not least of all from Roger Moore, no publisher would touch them—whilst Dot refused to compromise and change a single word. She sent me part of the script when there was talk of me becoming her ghost-writer—a sizeable portion of this is legally paraphrased here and thus does not infringe copyright, whilst some of the chapter headings may not be repeated for legal reasons, and sometimes because their wording was illegal! Dot told me much more, however, than was printed in the press at the time, well aware that I would tell her story, one day. This is that story….



Friday, 17 March 2017

David Bret versus Chantry Vets Wakefield: Bozzy's Death: This Case Is Far From Over

Without Prejudice





This is a picture of Bozzy, one hour before he died after being prescribed Tramadol by Birgit Nordmann of Chantry Vets. The day before he had been playing with Ricardo and creating merry hell. When this picture was taken he was near-comatose, vomiting and urinating blood. Chantry Vets have denied all responsibility.

I hereby accuse, legally and without threat, the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons of siding with habitual liars, vets Birgit Nordmann, Lisa Flood and Jordi Serrano. If these people wish to take me court, I would welcome this. We would therefore see how well these grossly unprofessional people lie under oath.

Each time this trio has submitted a statement to the RCVS, they have changed their story. Yet the RCVS has swallowed every last lie.

The fact that the RCVS took this matter to TWO levels of enquiry suggests (the CEG and the PIC) that they had their suspicions or doubts about the way Chantry Vets treated Bozzy. Otherwise the case would have dismissed long before it was. I quote from their manifesto:

If the CEG conclude that there is an arguable case of serious professional misconduct by the veterinary surgeon, they will refer the complaint to the PI Committee, who must decide whether there is a realistic prospect of proving 'disgraceful conduct in a professional respect', also referred to as 'serious professional misconduct'.

In my opinion, there HAS been disgraceful conduct, and this has been extended to the RCVS in the way that they have reprehensibly sided with these people.

In their missive of 6 March 2017, the RCVS stated that my complaint against Nordmann reached the CEG stage of the process, while that against Flood reached the PIC stage. This is serious enough for me to wish to take this matter further.

1: Nordmann, Flood and Serrano are obsessed with stating that I quibbled over the fees. They are lying. We have used Chantry Vets for over twelve years and NEVER contested the fees. Indeed, why would be keep using them if we disliked the fees?

2: Regardless of whether I signed a consent form or not, when I took Bozzy to Chantry Vets I trusted that they would care for him. Nordmann persistently states that Bozzy was too ill to be given 50 mg tablets of Tramadol, but that she did so because the 10 mg tablets were more expensive, and that I had quibbled over the cost. She is lying. Regardless of RCVS stating that 50 mg was the correct dosage, they were NOT present at the consultation. Nordmann told me, in front of witnesses who will be subpoenaed of necessary, that Bozzy was "very fit for an ancient dog". She needs to make her mind up, because he cannot have been both. If he was very ill, any RESPONSIBLE vet would not put an animal's life in danger the way she did, a decision which led to him losing that life.

The fact that Nordmann supplied the RCVS with a list of Bozzy's ailments and treatment leading up to the visit on 26 February 2016 when she prescribed the Tramadol illustrates my point precisely. She should have had more sense, professionally, than to prescribe this dangerous drug to a sick dog, and in such a strong dosage, irregardless of whether his owner signed a consent form or not. The owner is NOT qualified to know such things, which is why he consults the vet in the first place. I therefore accuse Birgit Nordmann of medical negligence and the canine equivalent of manslaughter, and further accuse the RCVS of supporting her.

3: Jordi Serrano has so far come up with three different stories over what happened. When he says he called me back to offer me medical advice, he is LYING. Serrano called my home once. My son answered the phone and could not understand a word Serrano was saying on account of his bad English. I called him back, and he told me to stop giving Bozzy the Tramadol. He did NOT call me back.

Jordi Serrano was LYING when he claimed in his statement that he 'double-checked' the potential side-effects of Tramadol and called me back. He did not. There was ONE three-minutes conversation between us only, much of this with me trying to work out his dreadful English. In his statement, Serrano says that Tramadol does not cause urine in the blood...then he goes on to state that he told me that if I stopped the Tramadol, the bleeding would stop. He further states that he 'double-checked' on the side-effects of the drug. He is contradicting himself, and quite clearly attempting to LIE himself out of a situation that he placed himself in, to such an extent that he does not know what he is is talking about. If this is not professional misconduct, I do not know what is.

4: I have no complaint with the Administrator, and would commend her for her kindness and compassion. It is a pity that these qualities do not rub off on the people she works for. She is the only one involved with this case who has not lied persistently.

5: Lisa Flood, I found to be rude and aggressive. When she states that she discussed Bozzy's medical history with me, she is LYING. When she states that I quibbled about the fees, she is LYING. The fact is that Flood categorically told me, WITHOUT having seen Bozzy, that if there was anything seriously wrong with him, then it was something that I had done, and not the vet. She must be an extraordinarily gifted veterinary surgeon of she can actually diagnose an patient WITHOUT seeing that patient.  It becomes patently obvious when reading her, Nordmann's and Serrano's statements that they have colluded to lie and invent conversations which never took place. There are so many holes in these that they become transparent. I can understand the RCVS not being aware that the wool has been pulled over their eyes with one concocted statement...but THREE?

I close in stating that the RCVS decision that incompetence has not taken place is, in itself, gross incompetence. Their closing statement, "Please rest assured that [your concerns] have been given very careful consideration" is no less ludicrous and offensive than the tissue of lies spun by the team of Nordmann, Serrano and Flood.

As I stated earlier, I would welcome Chantry Vets taking legal action against me, so that witnesses may be subpoenaed, and these three vets can be made to reiterate their statements while under oath, and before a media presence.



Thursday, 16 March 2017

Joey Stefano: Pietro Silvero Interview With David Bret (in Spanish)



Entrevistas, Iconos, Mundo Porno

Entrevista a David Bret: Joey Stefano no tenía SIDA


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#RevistaBrutal entrevista a David Bret, autor de una de las biografías de Joey Stefano. Nacido en Francia y adoptado por una familia británica, fue criado en  South Yorkshire. De joven cantaba en los “working men’s clubs” siendo una de las atracciones. Fue amigo de Marlene Dietrich. Y tiene en su haber mas de una biografía sobre estrellas del espectáculo.

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Revista Brutal ¿Conociste a Joey personalmente?
David Bret: Lo conocí en París. Compartimos una cena con Jean – Christophe Averty, un famoso presentador fallecido en la última semana.
RV ¿Qué te motivó a escribir el libro “Joy Stefano: An intimate Biography?
DB Se ha escrito demasiado sobre el Joey el drogadicto. Yo quise escribir sobre el hombre, y las hermosas películas que hizo.
RV ¿Qué podrías contarme sobre Joey?
Nació en Filadelfia en 1968, y falleció en noviembre de 1994. Muy exhibicionista en el cine, y a veces escandaloso, lejos del estudio era un hombre callado y tímido.
RV ¿Qué otros vinculo has tenido con el mundo del porno?
DB Conocí a otros actores porno como Gianfranco en la década de 1990, y Ryan Idol, pero eso fue hace mucho tiempo
unnamed (4).jpgRV Además de cine porno, Joey participó en otro tipo de películas, ¿cuál recomendarías?
DV Todas ellas, aunque algunas son mejores que otras. No estoy muy interesado en “Tijuana Toilet Tramps” porque en este Joey juega contra su imagen de corte limpio. Yo recomendaría “More Of A Man”, porque cuenta una historia de un joven atormentado por sus demonios, casi como Joey. Uno que me hace llorar es “Say Goodbye”, con Joey y Tom Steele. Es la única película en la que Joey muere, y la vi poco después de su muerte. Tiene el tema musical de “Spartacus”, y es desgarrador. También hizo “Hard Steal”, que es un remake de Hitchcock “To Catch A Thief”. Además, recomendaría las tres películas que hizo con Robert Prion.
unnamed (2)RB ¿Puedes contarme alguna curiosidad acerca de Joey?
DB Joey era bisexual, pero se inclinaba más hacia la homosexualidad. Su primera película sexual filmada fue con una mujer, Sharon Kane. Estaban comprometidos, casados, y creo que todavía estaban comprometidos cuando murió. Es contra las reglas, lo sé, pero hablé con alguien en el hospital donde murió, y me dijeron que Joey no era VIH positivo, que la historia fue inventada por un amante despechado. Joey y yo teníamos una cosa en común, que ambos fuimos maltratados como niños – él físicamente, yo mentalmente. Fue abusado por su padre y tío. Irónicamente, Joey murió el 26 de noviembre, el día del cumpleaños de mi padre. La mayoría de mis libros están dedicados a Joey. Yo fui íntimo amigo de Marlene Dietrich y tenía un retrato de Joey en su aparmento en París.
RB ¿Has escrito otros libros, donde pueden ser obtenidos?
DB No estoy seguro de cuántos libros he publicado … más de 40. Todos están disponibles en Amazon.
David Bret ha escrito otras biografías de personajes como Rock Hudson, Greta Garbo, Joan Crawford, Doris Day, Edith Piaf, Valentino, Mario Lanza, Morrisey, Marlene Dietrich y tantos otros. Todos se encuentra disponibles en https://www.amazon.com/David-Bret/e/B001JRXCI0
Joey Stefano fue ese muchacho de cautivante belleza, que murió un 26 de noviembre de 1994, con tan solo 26 años, por una sobredosis. En 1992, Madonna lo integró a la producción de fotos de su libro SEX.
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Joey Stefano participando del libro SEX de MADONNA
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La cámara lo amaba y el amaba la cámara. Fue el icono del porno gay de los años 80. El “bottom” favorito. Y generaba los mas variados chimentos. Tantos como para llegar a programas de TV.
Algunos, lo llevan tatuado en el cuerpo. Como lo muestra este usuario delas redes, en su pecho.
En YouTube hay una entrevista informal divida en siete partes, uno de los pocos testimonios en video que se han encontrado hasta la fecha.
La otra entrevista, quizá mas curiosa y breve, está en blanco y negro, allí cuenta cómo ingresó en el mundo del porno. Y, sorpresivamente, el blanco y negro no opaca su belleza, ni la luz que que irradiaba.
Pietro Salemme Silvert
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