Pasadena 3
After graduating in the sculpture school of the Royal College, Cooper - as far as I know - never took up the chisel again. He went to St Martin's as a teacher, and remained there for nearly 30 years, before moving to Chelsea as assistant principal. Freddie Gore, who was his head at St Martin's, told me what a tower of strength Cooper had been to him.
But after that ecomium, here's one last story of Cooper the monster. One night (I'm told) he gatecrashed a party in Douglas Fairbanks Jr's house in the Boltons. In due course he was rumbled and a young woman asked him who he was and what he was doing there. "Come to that," said Cooper, "who are you?" "I'm Douglas's daughter," she replied. "You don't look like him," said our hero. "Oh, I don't know, though. The moustache is familiar..."
And a final story of Cooper at his best. One time in Hong Kong, the band (long after I had left) were staying at one of the top hotels, perhaps the Mandarin, and they were overwhelmed by the efficiency of the room service. They claimed that, if anybody dropped a towel in the bathroom, the door would fly open and a racing waiter would catch it before it reached the floor. One afternoon Cooper decided to make the final experiment. He picked up the room telephone. Immediately a voice spoke in his ear: "Yes sir, how can we help you?" "Oh," said Cooper, "come and put the receiver back in its cradle, will you?"
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