25 years

[Murph]

we lost one of the greatest ever

[Jangler]

Cary Grant nailin' Dyan Cannon at the height of her hotness

He also liked the LSD.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2046708/Cary-Grant-force-fed-LSD-nearly-killing-says-Dyan-Cannon.html

My first dinner-date at Cary Grant’s home in Beverly Hills turned out to be as surprising as it was romantic.

On that balmy night in 1962, I was 25, an innocent young actress trying to work her way up in Hollywood.

I still couldn’t believe that I was being wooed by a man who, though 33 years my senior, was the greatest matinee idol of the day.

Cary claimed LSD offered a path to truth and enlightenment, and his tactics to persuade me to try it were rather underhand.

On a trip to London in 1963, we had an unexpected visitor. Cary had apparently decided that the time was right for my first ‘cosmic exploration’ and I came into the sitting room of our rented house to find that his acid guru, Dr Mortimer Hartman, had been flown over from LA to guide me through it.

‘It’s like leaping off the high dive,’ Cary told me when I complained about being ambushed in this way. ‘If you take too much time to think about it, you’ll back out.’

Sensing I wasn’t convinced, he leaned forward and took my hand. ‘Dear girl,’ he said. ‘If you had found the key to ultimate peace of mind, wouldn’t you do anything to share it with me?’

Eventually I gave in, even though everything told me to run for my life, and Dr Hartman gave me a tiny blue pill to dissolve under my tongue.

Seconds later, or maybe it was hours, I looked at Cary, who was turning into an old man in front of my eyes. His skin sagged, his eyelids drooped, his neck hung like tangled bedsheets.

The walls had turned crimson and were breathing, in-out, in-out. Then came the dancing bears, who were scowling and singing nursery rhymes in German.

‘Make it stop,’ I screamed and Dr Hartman handed me another pill to knock me out. Eighteen hours later, I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a truck.

‘How in the hell can giant bears singing in German bring you closer to God?’ I asked Cary, vowing that I would never repeat the experience.

I had hoped that taking LSD would bring us closer together but as 1964 arrived and we entered the third year of our courtship, it was clear that Cary still had no intention of marrying me.