Received
wisdom was that if you headed to the hotel swimming pool at cocktail
hour, you would find most of the stars of Hollywood's golden age
assembled in drunken disarray.
If
guests weren't already frolicking naked in the water or sneaking off to
each other's red-tiled bungalows for illicit entanglements, well, they
soon would be.
But
then every hour was cocktail hour at the Garden of Allah, where many of
the 20th century's most famous actors and writers indulged for decades
in an endless whirl of shameless behaviour and Martini-soaked
debauchery.
It
was Tinsel Town's most tawdry secret, kept hidden from the prying eyes
of the busloads of movie fans who turned up outside to ogle the parade
of stars going in and out. Even today, its name is little known, and its
most salacious episodes forgotten.
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