>"Peter Wyngarde is JASON KING! He's the flamboyant adventurer, whose quest for excitement takes him across the globe....."

I met Peter Wyngarde five years ago, through a photographer friend of my then boss. Very dry, very amusing, very bald, very nice baseball cap, very gay, but there were so many rent boys knocking around the place that I made my excuses and left...

Sounds like a fine place to me.

Did you get any of their numbers?

More to the point, have you heard that ALBUM?

COMMERCIAL NARRATOR: Peter Wyngarde smells.........ha, ha, ha.........GREAT!

A genuine aftershave (or was it deodorant?) ad, made at the height of Jason King's popularity.

>More to the point, have you heard that ALBUM?

Good grief, yes! I've got it playing at the moment! Surely, it confirms him as the missing link between Rex Harrison and William Burroughs. It's been an ambition of mine to gatecrash one of these stupid parties themed around that Austin Powers crap, and say, "Would you like me to play an album by Jason King?", and all these teeny wankers going "Yeah, groovy baby!", trying to do Myers' pathetic Dick Van Dyke accent - then have the room filled with the sounds of...

WYNGARDE: "Rape, rape, rape, rape, rape! RAPE, RAPE, RAPE RAPE!"

GIRLIE BACKING SINGERS: "Aaargh! Rape, rape, rape...."