A few weeks ago, most Registerians were shuffled around to different parts of the newsroom as part of a grand plan whose inner workings have not been revealed. The move necessitated massive amounts of housecleaning. Packrats such as yours truly hadn’t cleaned their desk drawers or file cabinets in years (eight, in my case).
But as any reluctant cleaner knows, such odious tasks can reveal hidden jewels — such as this yellowed 1995 clipping that had long ago fallen behind my desk:
Battling thespians: Richard Harris has come out swinging in a verbal pub brawl with Michael Caine. The fight started July 23 when Caine said in an interview with the Sunday Times of London that Harris, Peter O’Toole and Richard Burton were all drunks. Harris, in a letter from his home in the Bahamas that was printed in the newspaper Sunday, called Caine’s remark “a cheap shot by an actor I consider not in the same league as Burton or O’Toole or even myself … He is an over-fat, flatulent, 62-year-old windbag, a master of inconsequence now masquerading as a guru.”
Responded Caine: “I have not read the letter, I am not interested in reading it, and that’s my only comment.”
Harris died in 2002. By all accounts, he and Caine never buried the hatchet.
