The last time I saw Clinton, an absolute gentleman, was backstage at the Peterborough country music festival in, I think, 1988, when even to his own surprise he was headlining. After smoking all my cigarettes, he was so nervous, he walked on and addressed the crowd with the immortal words: 'Good evening, I'm Clinton Ford, and no, I will NOT be singing Fanlight Fanny tonight!' And he had them eating out of his hand!
He is, I believe, a hotelier on the Isle of Wight.
He is also my hero for co-writing The Old Bazaar In Cairo.
- Ian B
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