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Jo Stafford

SOMETIMES she was known as Darlene Edwards and, when she was parodying the hilly-billy style and drawling speech, she favoured Cinderella G Stump. Read

Lord Stokes

IT WAS said that the man, with glinting spectacles and an enthusiasm for double-decker buses, could have sold Morris Marinas to Marsh Arabs. Read

Tony Melody

THE appointments’ panel at a firm of undertakers, seeing him walk through the door, could have told the other applicants to go home. Read

Hugh Mendl

THE public school boy, who had been groomed for the diplomatic service, didn’t actually give birth to The Beatles himself. Read

Dorothy Bradburn

SHE disliked the way our local press gives precedence to a person’s place of birth or residence, rather than their achievements – as in the Tupelo crooner, Mr Elvis Presley, or the son of a Kirkcaldy minister, Mr Gordon Brown. Read

Charles Joffe

HE WAS the epitome of the extroverted, fast-talking, tough-negotiating, cigar-chomping, Brooklyn-born showbiz agent and one of his clients, the actor Robin Williams, described him affectionately as “the Beast”. Read

Hugh Lloyd

HE WAS the only celebrity supporter of Chester City Football Club, perhaps explaining his wonderfully long, but crumpled, face, which suggested the pessimism of a down-trodden suburbanite in permanent expectation of rain, while clinging to the threads of middle-class respectability. Read

Valerie Bennett-Levy

IT IS a profoundly religious ceremony, in which the monarch hands out Maundy money to the poor, on the day before Good Friday, in remembrance of Christ washing the feet of His disciples. Read

Ruth Greenglass

SHE was the wife of one of the key protagonists in the atomic spy wars that gripped the public in the 1950s, and sent Julius and Ethel Rosenberg to the electric chair. Read

Dorian Leigh

IT IS perhaps surprising that the willowy beauty, adored by photographers, lipstick advertisers and movie-makers, who cruised through five husbands in a career which makes today’s supermodel, Kate Moss, seem like a girl guide, should have studied calculus at university. Read

Fred Yates

YOU don’t expect a great artist to be called Fred – Frederico, maybe, but not plain Fred. Read

Elizabeth Spriggs

SHE wobbled around the jowls while her bosom quivered with splendid indignation and she was, of course, magnificently cast as Lady Gay Spanker, sporting jodphurs and whip, in the Restoration-style romp London Assurance. Read

Sir Charles Wheeler

BENEATH the professorial eccentricity of his eyebrows, there was the grey stare of a man who had observed the ways of fools in many lands and had very little reason to suppose that the future held anything better. Read

William Buchan

IT IS perhaps sad that, in the end, his most lasting offering to the world might be the biography of his father. William Buchan, the writer and third Lord Tweedsmuir, was doomed to be judged against his father, John (1875-1940), whose rattling yarns not only thrilled boys, but were widely praised for their narrative flow and descriptive passages. Read

Lyall Watson

THE fellow with the brilliant if maverick mind, who introduced Fred the tapeworm to his system in the belief it would help combat stomach disorders on his extensive travels, was not easily dismayed by the banality of conventional thinkers. Read

Leonard Pennario

SOME devotees said that the handsome chap, who briefly dated Elizabeth Taylor, when she was in a lull between husbands, was the finest musician to step out of Buffalo, the flour-milling city on the banks of Lake Erie. Read

Irina Baronova

SHE was known as one of the three famous "Baby Ballerinas", renowned for her graceful and sophisticated style, which belied her age. Read

Kermit Love

IT WAS perhaps a small burden to carry in an astonishing life, but most people assumed that Kermit, the wise-cracking but sensitive frog, had been named after the chap with a snowy beard, which looked like it should have been hanging on a grotto peg. Read

Cliff Hall

IT WAS, in its own way, almost as significant to Liverpool’s music as the meeting of John Lennon and Paul McCartney at St Peter’s Church fete, Woolton, in 1957. Read

David Caminer

THEY were the soul of the chattering, hat-pinned England of refained voices and pursed lips, sitting at their tables in the cafes. Read

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