George Bowbrick aka Warren Mitchell in The Saint

I was watching The Saint on as you do when you’re writing the entire copy for a website that hasn’t been built yet – maybe you don’t but hey, I don’t go around criticising your working methods – and came across a bit that made me go ‘Fuck me’ (as you do when you’re watching old episodes of things with Roger Moore in). It was an episode called The Charitable Contessa and although set in Rome was patently shot in the same place as all the other epsiodes (somewhere in West London I suspect) and had a cast of kids and British actors playing Italians with duff accents. My favourite (so far, I’m only halfway through the ep) is Warren Mitchell playing an Italian taxi driver called Marco de Cesari. With a name like that he could also be the hero of a very steamy Mills and Boon. That’s Warren in the picture above. But more than that my very first thought was ‘Fuck me doesn’t that Italian taxi driver look like Steve’s dad‘. Then I thought ‘Oh. It’s Warren Mitchell.’ Anyway, I’ve been thinking about George (Steve’s dad) because I’d been looking at pictures of his much belated funeral on Flickr recently. Anyway, I guess I’m writing this all here because for every story you ever told George he always had one to tell back at you.

This one’s for George Bowbrick aka Warren Mitchell aka Marco de Cesari.


One comment

  1. Steve Bowbrick

    He’d have liked this story: I was driving my wife and my mum (plus the kids) to the old man’s funeral on a wild day in West Cork – about sixty miles in driving rain on roads like the ones in The Wages of Fear – and we got lost and everyone’s shouting at me and the SatNav’s gone haywire and it’s getting late and I’ve got no map, so I just sort of set off in a slightly desperate random direction.And then, out of a side turning, comes a hearse, a fucking hearse. And obviously it’s my Dad, on his way from the hospital to the crematorium and my mum says “do you know where you’re going?” and I say “no. But I bet they do”. And we followed the hearse all the way to the crematorium and, on the way, it stopped raining and the sun came out and we formed a small convoy as we drew up in the sunshine…

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