The funny thing with Marty Feldman is that he came up to me -it was at Swiss Cottage, London and asked me the way somewhere.He was in a hurry and when he saw that I recognised him (who couldn't? - it was those eyes) he waved his hands in front of his face as if to say 'forget all that mate, just tell me the way!' I like to think I put him on the right road. That was about 1970.
Oddly enough I saw him again in a mall in Westwood (L.A.) window-shopping with a woman (wife?) early evening in the summer of 1972. I was on holiday. I did not bother him. [Sent in by Barry Cox - for which much thanks.]
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