I first met Jerry Lewis in Las Vegas, where we rehearsed for Funny Bones. Walking through the crowded gambling floor of a Vegas casino with Jerry, the reactions ranged from hysteria to ‘he’s alive’! Very much alive, in fact – he was a very sprightly 69. From the outset, he was generous. There was only one alarm bell: he made a show of presenting me with a signed copy of his book The Total Film-Maker. It threw me and reminded me I was directing a director. I kept expecting him to be difficult, to pull rank, but he never did. In Blackpool, he embraced the fish, the chips, all of it