

Third Time LuckyThinking back on ones life, it is indescribably difficult to choose which story to tell. If time permitted, I would, of course, tell an assortment of colourful and amusing anecdotes from the innermost sanctums of my personal history. Unfortunately, time is not on my side this evening and I must choose wisely, and quickly. So what is it to be? The tale of how I saved Betsy Carmine (my girlfriend from 1972-73) from her abusive father then the adventures round Italy that entailed. Or perhaps the story of the time I killed the famous Devotchka twins of southern Prussia. But no, these tails seem somewhat hollow, like the tales ofThird Time Lucky