HOLLYWOOD- Sir Edwin Fluffer once again delves into his personal memoirs – soon to be published as ‘Not THAT Kind of Fluffer!!!’ – to recall his infamous Theatrical Agent Julius Levy.

Say what you will about Sir Edwin Fluffer, but I am, always have been, and always will be, a man of my word. Occasionally that word may have been slightly misunderstood, but luckily my long suffering agent Julius ‘Gripper’ Levy has forever been on hand to clear up any confusion.
Darling Julius is more than my manager, he’s one of the family. I call him brother, my wonderful children call him Uncle Gripper, and my many ex-wives often call him something quite unpleasant that rhymes with ‘anchor’.
I’ll never forget the first time we met. I’d just fallen into a swimming pool at Gary Cooper’s house, and dear Julius could see the predicament I was in.  As he offered his hand to pull me out of the water he squeezed it tight and said ‘that’s agreed then, I get 15% gross and an Executive Producer credit on all your future pictures’! 
I laughed, but he was deadly serious and I’ve been represented by the old bugger forever since! We’ve had our ups and downs, his arrest for manslaughter after the tragic but entirely accidental death of my gardener being one of the many low points, but our marriage has lasted longer than most in Hollywood. Only once did I ask him how he got that nickname. Gripper looked me straight in the eye, and said just two words: Lee Marvin. 
Neither of us mentioned it ever again. 
For a while he also represented Sabu, the Elephant Boy. By ‘represented’ I mean ‘won in a card game’, but that’s another story…
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