A friend got me a job on the door of the Camden Palace nightclub, which quickly progressed to running the place.

I think I was lucky I got into art college. That's what saved me.

In '57, I got a job at the Blue Angel nightclub, and a gentleman named Ken Welch wrote all my material for me. I lived at a place called the Rehearsal Club that was actually the basis for a play called Stage Door.

I had two primary cancers, which was pretty unusual. And when I got the second one, people told me such terrible bad-news stories, they instigated fears that weren't there in the first place. I do remember with such gratitude one doctor saying to me, 'Two primaries? That's nothing. I've seen a patient with six.'

We do look quickly before we go out the door now,

They took the brick, threw it through the door. They broke the register.