Appreciating the fine thespian talents of Mr. Robert Conrad as some diabolical mastermind stripped him to the waist and tied him to a scaffold.
He's always the good guy when he's like that... now I have going through my head a bass line going: Dum... dum dum... dum dum,
dum dum, da da dum dum... as he pulls stuff to escape with out of his shoe heel...)
Roger - "Certainly not! I feel absolutely sure that that night I was home and just thinking obsessively about going there, then I went for a walk, stopped in someplace for a nightcap, had ten of them, and... well, it's nice to see you again!"