My bets (and my lips) are on Mr Williams. Jx
Your lips, my hips. Move over, Jon. Share the wealth.
When I was a wee boy, four or five I was obsessed with Batman, but not in the way other Batman fans were. I distinctly remember that I wanted Batman's leotard to rip open so I could see his chest. And where would I get such a thought at such an idea? Watching Wild Wild West. Robert Conrad was often in a torn shirt, no shirt, being whipped. So the same should have happened to my childish mind. But alas, it never happened.