Bowled over by naughty Burt
WHEN I met the late Burt Reynolds, he was charm personified as he flirted and chatted me up unashamedly. He threw his arms round me in a huge embrace (right) and even gave my bottom a squeeze! In the era of #MeToo, this revelation would fan the flames of politically correct outrage. But I was not offended — in fact, I was flattered. I know the difference between sleaze and the frisson of two people making a connection. I am sure there are lots of other women like me who have been left with an enduring happy