Hello again playmates and are you, like me, fed up with this cold weather that causes muscles that you had forgotten you had to ache? Well, I have selected a chosen few readers, and that includes you, to board my private jet so we can do our walk down Memory Lane in the warmth of Los Angeles. Before you know where you are you will be working out with me on Venice Beach and strolling down Sunset Strip.

I must admit I do not like flying the 6,000 miles to Tinseltown anymore as the flight is so long and boring, plus my last experience was not good. In mid Atlantic we endured nearly an hour of air turbulence as we went up and down wondering if the grim reaper was on board. Being British I felt the need to show a stiff upper lip and ordered a number of vodka and tonics. Alas they seemed to go everywhere but into my mouth so I ended up using a straw! An English gentleman never lets the elements get the upper hand.

Back in the late 1980s I was somebody, so when I visited Hollywood doors were opened to me by the Studios for private tours, which were seventh heaven to me as a film buff. I lunched with the Mayor, met the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce and had a drink with the British Vice Consul. Not bad for a council house kid from Borehamwood. Some 30 years later I suspect such doors would not open again now I am retired and of no great use, but that is the fun of showbiz. If I may name drop, David Niven once gave me a life tip. He was filming A Man Called Intrepid with Michael York at Elstree and sadly was gone a couple of years later. David said: "Always know when it is your time to leave the stage and go gracefully", which I think is good advice.

Anyway I am rambling so we have now arrived in Hollywood and I am taking you to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. Do not say I don't know how to give guests a good time.

The cemetery is next door to Paramount Studios and I first visited it in the late 1980s. I had previously been invited to watch the television recording of an episode of (I think it was called) Family Ties starring a young Michael J Fox, whom I had the pleasure to meet. I cannot recall if he had made the first of the Back To The Future films by then, which made him a film star.

Afterwards I walked across the the Hollywood Forever Cemetery to meet a host of Hollywood stars of yesteryear, albeit they were all dead. Everybody seemed to be there although at that time the facility was quite run down, unlike today. You could say hello to Tyrone Power, Janet Gaynor or Douglas Fairbanks and pay your respects to Cecil B De Mille. There were so many, either in simple graves or in elaborate shrines. Then there were the indoor mausoleums, marble-lined with hundreds of the dearly departed in vaults stacked high, as land has a value. I paid my respects to Rudolph Valentino , who still resides in what was supposed to be a temporary resting place, but Hollywood tends to forget. Opposite him is the great Australian actor Peter Finch, who died of a heart attack in a Hollywood hotel foyer. He was originally buried outside, but his family later felt he would be better off indoors.

Peter is not the first or last star to be moved after death. Gary Cooper was originally buried in Los Angeles but later transported 3,000 miles to his present grave; I could recount several others. The latest to move is Judy Garland, that iconic but troubled star of MGM during its golden years. Judy died sitting on a toilet in London at too young an age. She was then interred in New York but now she has gone back to Tinseltown to be interred in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. I will take you to other Hollywood cemeteries in future columns but that is enough fun for now so until next week and do not tell anyone about our special trip.