The man who brought the glamour of the Playboy Club to Park Lane in London in the sixties has passed away. I owed him much in those days. It was at his townhouse off Knightsbridge that I met a bubbly nineteen-year-old who was playing with the notion of becoming a Bunny working at the new club. Instead she became my wife.
Victor also booked the band I was managing at the time for a series of residency engagements which were very correctly remunerated. This was very welcome, given that in short order I would not only have a wife to support, but there was also a baby on the way. When the wee lad arrived it was clear that one of his given names would be Victor.