Deep Throat...a sequel to the porn hit! James Dean & Beatles gossip to chew on...

It was uncanny!

The other day after I mentioned "All the President's Men" in a post, I recalled one of my favorite characters in the award-winning feature who was nick-named "Deep Throat".

Hal Halbrook played an informer inside the Government tipping off reporters at the Washington Post about intriguing details in the Nixon Watergate Scandal unfolding on the Nightly News.

Then, there was an announcement in the newspaper this morning, that a play is being adapted from the adult film - "Deep Throat" - based on the life & times of Linda Lovelace who was the star of the porn titillator.

I sort-of have a connection to Ms. Lovelace.

At one time, I rented a suite on Harper Street in a beautiful old Spanish-style architectural gem, where a number of well-known celebrities once resided.

One of my neighbours boasted that Katherine Hepburn used to call his digs her own.

And, if the gossip-mongers are right on the money, James Dean - who was drawn to the deep walk-in closets where he allegedly partook in tawdry bouts of S & M with rough 'n tumble strangers off-the-street - dwelled in the bachelor off the courtyard on the lower floor next to mine.

Now, if some of you were wondering if "Jimmy" was gay, listen up!



Through an acquaintance a few years ago, I met the Impresario - Lawrence Parnes - on an overseas jaunt to London, England
(pictured with Bill Fury).



"Larry" used to manage Pop Star "Tommy Steele" before the British Invasion hit America.

The "Silver Beetles" was another little music act that Parnes managed.

Uh-huh.

The Liverpool lads changed their moniker, and went on to be become a pop sensation, known as the Beatles.

On one occasion - I was invited to Mr. Parnes' estate in Rye - on the outskirts of London.

Lo and behold!

Off to one side of the driveway - a funky old Rolls Royce once-owned by the Fab Four (artfully painted in psychedelic colors) - beckoned in all its glory.


"Wow," I marvelled to Larry, as we drove past the cool roadster and on up to the front door of the English Tudor-style home.

"Oh, that old thing," he retorted, the least bit nostalgic for the glory years.

However, Mr. Parnes was inclined to fancy an original portrait of James Dean, which hung in a prominent location in the living room of his London penthouse flat.

When he noticed my approving eye, he nonchalantly noted he knew James Dean.

Apparently, his parents dragged him along on a vacation to America, when he was a pimply teen.

Striking out on his own one day, he was quite taken by a sexy young stud leaning up against the brick wall of a local bar, puffing on a cigarette.

Larry caught the hottie's eye and in a flash they were chatting each other up.

Although Larry was underage, because Dean knew the bartender, the love-struck twosome managed to slip into the dark confines of the smokey little whiskey joint.

And, Larry sipped on his first Yankee Beer!

He swears that he spent three days with Dean - uh-huh, in the sack - much to the chagrin of his parents who were desperately scouring the city for their wayward son.

Strange bedfellows, eh?

But, to get back to my post.

When I asked who used to rent my unit, my gay-as-a-goose neighbour, laughed wickedly.

"Linda Lovelace."

Go figure!

Needless to say, all these musings over the past few days, reminded me of an old joke.

Did you hear they're going to be make sequel to "Deep Throat"?

Yeah, it's going to be called "Soar Throat".

Ah, gotcha!