My last memory of Bert was the night he turned up at The Singers Club having just come from a function at the Rumanian Embassy. Kitted out in his best Embassy going gear – dress-suit, dickie bow and starched shirt, he appeared at the door of the club-room sporting a beatific smile and swirling an enormous brandy glass, having obviously partaken of the same liberally throughout the evening.
He made a bee-line for Ewan and Peggy who were on the stage, only to be stopped abruptly in his tracks by his wife Charlotte's cry of "AL-BERT"
Bert was a fascinating man and I was extremely disappointed when the much anticipated biography never appeared.
Jim Carroll