April in Paris. Doris Day: She was 97 on 3 April. Bertie: “A Museum! We have come all the way to Paris to go to a bleedin’ Museum!” Bobby: “Careful, Bertie. You said that once before and you loved the London Transport Museum.”
April in Paris. Bertie: “What’s the matter with you, Bobby me old mate?” Bobby: “Gout!” Bertie: “They took my bleedin ‘ead off last year. Anyway, wot about our ‘oliday round Europe?” Bobby: “Well, it’s just two weeks away and I can hardly walk.” Bertie: “Do you know what mate? I don’t think you really want…
And so to Paris… As we boarded the Eurostar, I could see that Bobby was deep in thought. Did he wish Diddley was there? He had promised to take her to Paris, but never did. Was he nervous about the adventure? So excited, he had been rendered speechless? No! He was thinking about 1954.