Once, a long time ago, I encountered Ingrid Pitt down a dark alleyway. It was a most surreal experience and one I recount regularly in games of “famous people I’ve met” with friends. Some people don’t know who I’m talking about, while others go all reverent and misty-eyed (many of these people are men ofContinue reading “Life’s a Scream: The Autobiography of Ingrid Pitt”
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