"I was on my way home when Bill Kenwright (random theatre owner) phoned me and invited me round. He was on a high and said I should come round for eggs on toast. So I go through the gate and then a little while later, the buzzer goes. Bill said: 'Who is that, at this hour?' So he answers the door and it's two policemen. They asked if everything was alright because they spotted a bearded vagrant trying to get in to the house. I had to come downstairs to prove it was me, Michael Barrymore... It was nice for once not to be arrested." So, what have we learned? That showbiz host of the 1990s, Michael Barrmore, looks like a homeless who's grown accustomed to being arrested. Not a'wight.