News about Sammy Cahn

I was just about as ill as anyone else when the plane landed in Los Angeles last summer. My marriage to tailor-to-the-stars Doug Hayward was going nowhere, and I'd decided to get away from it all by visiting Sandy, the wife of American singer Tony Bennett, who died last month at the age of 96. Sandy and I were pregnant together when Tony first arrived in London in 1969. Doug made Tony's suit and wanted to take him home for dinner, so the Bennetts spent a lot of time at our Mayfair apartment. Tony was a man of few words, but he kept coming back for my toad in the hole. Sandy was - and remains - one of the funniest people I've ever met. If ever we want to banish a bout of depression, my daughter and I still call her in Las Vegas, where she now lives. We were so excited to get our figures back that we spent a lot of time in London's Bond Street shopping clothes that the boys - Joanna, named after one of Tony's songs, and my lovely Polly - were born just two weeks apart.