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Alan
Whicker
Journey of A Lifetime
For Valerie, of course—who retraced every step
with me and made each one happy…
And for our friends Anne and David Crossland
who joined this kaleidoscope of Whickerwork and spread a lot of happiness we were often lucky enough to share.
Table of Contents
UNKNOWN PLACES FIT FOR EAGLES AND ANGELS
1 - THERE’S BEEN A CHANGE OF MANAGEMENT
2 - A TALK WITH SOMEONE WHO’S NOT TREMBLING
3 - TWO LHASA APSOS AND A COUPLE OF PANTECHNICONS
5 - RELIEVING PATIENTS OF MANY POUNDS—ONE WAY OR THE OTHER
6 - RANDOLPH: AS RUDE TO AMBASSADORS AS HE WAS TO WAITERS
8 - STILL NO DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
9 - IN AMERICA’S SMARTEST SOCIAL RESORT ONLY THE LONELINESS GETS WORSE
10 - YOU DIDN’T LOOK LIKE THAT IN HELLO!
11 - IN MEXICO DEATH KNOCKS MORE OFTEN AND MUST MORE FREQUENTLY BE ADMITTED
12 - EASY TO TEACH WOMEN TO SHOOT, HARDER TO TEACH THEM TO KILL
13 - A POM WHO’S MADE GOOD—IF THAT’S THE WORD
14 - A MOST SIGNIFICANT PINNACLE OF CORAL
15 - THAT’S FOR THE RELEVANT DEMON-GIANT TO WORRY ABOUT
16 - ALL THE TIME YOU HAVE A SENSE OF IMPENDING DISASTER
17 - I’VE ALWAYS WISHED I HAD A BETTER PERSONALITY
18 - THEY FEED THE PIGS ON PASSION FRUIT, THE SHEEP ON WILD PEACHES
19 - TROUBLED SPIRITS, NEVER QUITE COMFORTABLE IN THEIR SKINS
20 - I DON’T MIND A BEATING PROVIDED IT’S BEDSTAKES AFTERWARDS
21 - THEY LIVE IN BAREFOOT POVERTY—AND NEVER SEE A MAN
22 - A FEW LEFT BEHIND WHEN THE TIDE RAN OUT
23 - NO MONEY, NO ENGLISH—AND NO TROUSERS
24 - I AWAITED THE STRETCHER-BEARERS, BLEEDING QUIETLY
26 - THIRTY BODYGUARDS FOR DINNER
27 - THE RIGHT INTERESTS: LADIES, HORSE-RACING—AND TAKING THE LOCALS FOR A RIDE
28 - BACKSTAGE AT THE ROYAL PALACE
29 - NEVER A FRIENDLY ARMOURED DIVISION AROUND WHEN YOU NEED ONE
30 - THE PARTY’S OVER—IT’S TIME TO CALL IT A DAY
UNKNOWN PLACES FIT FOR EAGLES AND ANGELS
My first television programme fifty-two years ago involved travel. With a BBC crew of three we struck out for the Near East, and this book recalls the filming of the earliest Journey of a Lifetime. The excitement was intense. Nothing daunted, we arrived in…Ramsgate. Yes, we were considering the livelihood of seaside landladies. Well you have to start somewhere, and they were unflinching.
Mrs Evelyn Stone’s poodle Candy wore a new blue and red coat for the occasion, I recall. Opposite us, overlooking the sea, a sight which surely dates the picture—not to mention me. Across the road in Nelson Crescent, a blitzed building: roofless and desolate.
Now
