Well hello guys and dolls, I see we have all clung onto the wreckage for another week so he we go on a another wander down Memory Lane.

This week I thought I might recall some of the stars of the hit parade I have met or watched live over the past several decades. I still love the music from the 1950s and 1960s and have no interest in today's rap, grunge, shed, garage or other such music.

I guess the most successful singer I ever met was Bing Crosby when he was shooting a Christmas television special at ATV in Borehamwood in the heat of the summer of 1977. I was far more thrilled to meet him than his co-star on the programme, David Bowie.

Bing had an astounding career in radio, theatre, films and television, not to mention his enormous record sales. I believe his iconic hit White Christmas was the best selling record of all time for several decades.

His public image of an easy going, likeable chap was at odds with his real life during his Hollywood heyday. He was known to be a heavy drinker and was later accused by his sons from his first marriage as being a violent father. Indeed two of his sons were later to commit suicide.

By the time Bing came to Borehamwood he was 74 and with a new family, with his demons long in the past. A couple of months after recording the programme he was in Spain playing his favourite sport, golf. As he finished the game and was walking towards the clubhouse he apparently remarked to his friends "that was a great game, fellas" and suddenly dropped dead from a fatal heart attack. I guess not a bad way to go.

When I was in Hollywood in the 1980s I visited his modest grave in a lawn cemetery with just a simple plaque. The cemetery is full of old stars and his companion just a few graves away is the original screen Dracula, the memorable Bela Lugosi, who was buried wearing his Dracula cape.

I believe the legendary Frank Sinatra has a similarly modest grave in Palm Springs. I wish I could have met him but it was not to be, although I attended his last concert at the Royal Albert Hall. By the 1990s the purists said his voice was going but if you can get a standing ovation lasting many minutes from thousands of people after you have left the stage then to me you are a real star.

I did have a chance to meet Michael Jackson in the late 1980s at Elstree Studios but I declined as I was never a real fan. In retrospect it was stupid of me as I could still be dining out on the story. Instead I watched his limo drive up to stage six, where Spielberg was shooting Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade. Ironically he was booked in to rehearse at Elstree Studios years later for his London concerts but as we know died from his lifestyle, a rather sad individual.

I think I have already told you about my meeting with Paul McCartney at Elstree in the early 1980s and hosting the plaque unveiling for Sir Cliff Richard in 2008? For new readers and for us old timers who cannot recall what we read I will repeat those anecdotes in the future.

Over the decades I have thoroughly enjoyed attending reunion concerts of old music stars from my favourite era. I remember Billy Fury, Heinz, Peter Noone, The Searchers, Wayne Fontana, The Crickets, the Walker Brothers, Marty Wilde and so many more. I never dreamed as a kid I would ever see them perform. Jess Conrad is a friend and I knew Adam Faith and even met Tom Jones when he came to rehearse at Elstree Studios just after we reopened it in the 1990s. Tom told me Borehamwood had a special place in his memory as it was his 1960s television specials at ATV that really launched his international career.

I am sorry that I have rambled on and for all the name dropping, but that is showbiz. Until we next meet, keep warm; my garden bluebells are telling me spring is only a few weeks away.