Before I reveal who had the most beautiful green eyes, here's a story about
Mickie was one of the best music producers in the world. He worked with The Animals, The Arrows, Herman's Hermits, Donovan, Lulu, Suzi Quatro, Hot Chocolate and the Jeff Beck Group.
When we were kids we lived next door to each other and later, as teenagers, we would often meet at Baker Street Station after an evening of clubbing to catch the last train to Kingsbury and walk home together.
One night, Mickie told me he was going to South Africa and, being the entrepreneur he was, asked me if I would join him there to set up a television station. It was a great opportunity, but I didn't recognise it.
Mickie and his wife Christina spent four years in South Africa and, instead of setting up a TV Station, he formed a pop group, Mickie Most and his Playboys. The band scored 11 consecutive No. 1 singles there. That was the start of his fantastic career.
When he came back to the UK, he set up RAK Records with his partner Peter Grant. Mickie was one of the first producers to own the rights to his own records and RAK Studios, opened in 1976 in St John's Wood, remains active to this day.
One evening at his house, he suggested going to a west end club to meet Mick Jagger’s brother. I was familiar with this fabulous car- a Rolls Royce - because I had been on a course at their factory. They always wanted to make sure a Rolls Royce would be treated with respect when used in films.
He started playing the Beatles. The sound was the best I had ever heard because the Rolls is acoustically perfect. It sounded like the Beatles were playing on the rear shelf.
Mickie was also a panelist on the ITV talent show ‘New Faces’ where his tough assessments of contestants foreshadowed the style of Simon Cowell.
Sadly, Mickie died from cancer in 2003. I think back fondly to the times I spent with him and, most of all, he taught me a very important lesson:
Opportunities are everywhere, be positive, recognise them, you can do it!
The most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen!
They chose me as the leading man in a very glamorous TV commercial for a brand of chocolates. It would be shot in two locations − one on a speedboat in the West Indies and the other in Pinewood studios in London.
A week in the Caribbean sounded great, but to my disappointment, I was chosen as the man in the London scene, which was a millionaire’s apartment overlooking the river Thames.
In the commercial, I was to be a successful businessman entertaining a glamorous model who looked stunning in a silver lamé dress. After champagne, I was to give her a diamond necklace.
They were real diamonds so they arrived with two security men − perhaps they didn’t trust me!
Oh, I forgot one thing…in the corner of the room was a cage with a beautiful black panther wearing a diamond collar.
Everything went well and by 6pm the commercial was in the can. I went to my dressing room to remove my makeup and take off my dinner jacket when my girlfriend phoned to ask how the day went. I told her about the black panther. She thought I was joking, saying it sounded like a Fellini movie.
While we were talking, I heard a commotion in the corridor. I went to the door and opened it as I hear a panic-stricken shout: ‘Stay in your dressing room, the panther has escaped!’
The warning was a little too late because I had already opened the door.
As I looked into the dark corridor, a pair of beautiful, piercing green eyes were staring straight at me.
I would rather be a live coward than a dead hero and although the panther looked cuddly, I thought it best to close the door.
I picked up the phone and this time my girlfriend believed me, she could hear the panther roar. It was like a Fellini movie!
A panther is not just for Christmas.