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A.D. Alain Delon - allegedly Surely the prettiest actor in cinema history? He starred as Tom Ripley in Plein Soleil (Purple Noon), René Clément’s 1960 version (many would say the best version - apart from the ending) of Patricia Highsmith’s novel. Rumours of a gay relationship when be was young are consistent with the Greif timescale - plus, being declared “as beautiful as Brigitte Bardot” he’s just gotta be gay hasn’t he?!? Now 87 he apparently has one more project in mind https://www.filmcomment.com/blog/queer-now-1960/

we can swimsies but prefers not to in nasty mucky pool

dirty bear! hope bear’s gonna clean out the tub

but we’re not predators we’re exterminators

bear’s gone up to some tricks!

…you can use these

a unicorn eating fried chicken? now that’s something I never thought I’d see

in his defence, the butler posits…

snog gobble *burp* SNATCH!

Is Ivor Novello listed for 15 January (born 1893)?

cute tail

some birds (that can fly) have lurid plumage to attract attention while others (that can’t) attract attention in other ways

as in tasty ginger bear biscuit *licks lips*

Shame companies no longer have stationery cupboards which were like a sweet shop with all those brightly coloured highlighter pens just asking to be peculated…

exploits distraction caused by Animal+Frog canoodling

some people we want to be soporific - like anaesthetists

Some “educated guesses” S. D. Salvador Dali L. B. Leonard Bernstein V. H. Vladimir Horowitz R. McD. Roddy McDowell

..and also to frighten small children

Ah, so it wasn’t Cary Grant? In which case I’m stumped Thornton Wilder’s sister (who sounds like a nice piece of work) might have engaged a whole pack of legal Rottweilers but I don’t think there’s anything they could have done about Greif “naming” TW after his death because it’s a common law rule that dead people can’t sue (their estate can in some cases, but only if the coffin customer had already initiated legal action before making their one-way trip to the Pearly Gates). Reading the Wiki page, it says that 6 years after TW’s death (which would be 1981-2) the writer/tattoo artist/pornographer Samuel Steward (wow, he led an interesting life! ) wrote in his autobiography that he had sex with TW so it seems there was more than just nods+winks (see Personal Life section), and this gay website describes him as a “discreet homosexual, his sexual proclivities were kept far out of the limelight”: http://www.glbtqarchive.com/literature/wilder_t_L.pdf https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thornton_Wilder#Personal_life Also worth reading the Samuel Steward page - ‘Life and career’ section https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Steward#Bibliography Cleveland law firm webpage: https://www.minclaw.com/legal-resource-center/what-is-defamation/can-dead-people-defamed/#:~:text=Likewise%2C the estate of a,been defamed by the statements.

Well, the dead can’t sue so I’m guessing these were all still alive when this book was written (in the 80s?) and I recently watched a doc on Cary Grant and his “best friend” and he died 1986… Interestingly, Amazon’s listing includes this statement from Greif’s nephew: I am the nephew of writer MARTIN GREIF. My uncle, who had a wonderful career and an exciting life, died of Aids near his home in Ireland in November 1996. The book many people will remember Martin for is Gay Book of Days, a personal favorite of his. Often asked to write an updated version, it was something he was giving considerable thought to during the 90s, but unfortunately he never got beyond the planning stages of an assualt on further research. Though a private person who never let on to even his closest family that he had the disease, it has been reasoned that, in death, others could benefit from knowledge of what took him from us...for indeed it has taken many of the people written about in Gay Book of Days. By the way: Gay Book of Days is a hilarious, irreverant and highly entertaining read for anyone.....Cheers, ERIC GREIF

hope the issue’s resolved soon …meanwhile SNATCH!!

and whodunnit mystery writers deliberately foreshadow red-herrings to keep us guessing