Got to get out from these four walls!

I fell in love with Dorothy Lamour.

Yeah, me and millions of other adolescent boys, and no doubt post-adolescent 'boys' too. But I doubt any of us, with the possible exception of J Edgar Hoover* and one or two others, fell in love with Mary Leta Dorothy Slaton.

Who?

Exactly. We fell in love with the exotic damsel who shimmied around in a revealing (for the times) sarong. We ignored the American accent and imagined she was truly what we wanted her to be.

So what's brought on all this reminiscing? ...