You don’t hear about actors who
are also gangsters do you? Here I am outside the tiny mews house in Belgravia
where John Bindon lived. He worked on the edges of
the underworld, was in and out of prison, thought nothing of knocking someone
unconscious....yet he appeared in fifteen films and a few television dramas. He
compressed many lives into his five decades - actor, debt collector, drug
dealer and gangster. He knew Princess Margaret, the Krays
and the Richardsons, had an aristocratic girlfriend,
was a tour manager for Led Zepplin and David Bowie.
Here I am outside his former home in London’s snazzy Belgravia.
John was born in Fulham during World War 2 and
raised on a council estate. He could have remained an unknown criminal but director
Ken Loach spotted the menacing hulk of man in a London pub. He was known was
casting "unknowns" and John was put in the main role in the film Poor Cow. It was about a London villain
with a penchant for domestic violence. Well cast - John was this person and had
been put in a Youth Offenders Institute as a schoolboy (before many spells in
prison.) One nickname was Biffo and he could
easily knock someone out with one right hook. Once he bit off someone thumb in
a fight and taunted them by keeping it in a matchbox.
Oddly
this smiling affable chap was well liked in London's social circles and he mixed
with low-life criminals like The Krays to royalty. In
prison he read voraciously, feeding his thirst for knowledge and was a
raconteur when out socially. There were lots of girlfriends (Christine Keeler
David Bowie’s wife, Playboy bunnies) but for 12 years it was Vicki Hodge, the
daughter of baronet Sir John Hodge. On the run once he fled to Mystique in the
Caribbean and met Princess Margaret who wanted to see his famously and
well-used huge 11" sausage (pub party-piece: hanging six half-pint glasses
on it.) It’s thought the Queen’s sister jumped up and down on it and - later on
back in London - they continue their friendship/relationship. John the
rough-n-ready geezer was a blazing muse for the stiff royal and he often visited
her at Kensington Palace. Many people were afraid of him though - MI5 were,
too. Allegedly he possessed some explosive photos of the princess and although
he was discreet MI5 called on him one day to ensure nothing came to light. It
was his turn to be frightened and it's thought he burnt the photos.
In
the late 1970s John provided personal security for rock stars. He was sacked
from Led Zeppelin’s 1977 tour for brawling. When the acting dried up due to his
volatility he ran a protection and debt collection racket in West London. However
friends noticed his social appearances were getting rarer and he looked thin
and gaunt. After packing in a colourful life he spent the last few years fading
away here at this quiet mews house in poverty. With the end coming the 6 feet
2" bear of a man was moved to hospital where he died aged of 50. He was
cremated at Putney Vale Crematorium with hundreds of mourners packing the place
(I read the state paid for the funeral.)
The mews house sits at the end of a dead end. Belgravia
is probably London's most expensive district and in 2007 John's house sold for
£1.7 million. Nowadays houses on this row sell for £3 - £7 million. A short
walk from the house is The Star Tavern and if you read lots of crime books like
this was the watering hole where the top-end thieves, safe-blowers and the cream
of cat burglars met to get sozzled and show off. I
didn't stay long in the mews as I'm sure stranger appearing in the cul-de-sac are
under observation within seconds. I had one last look at the house. Sadly John
returned home once in a snow blizzard to find his brother in front of an
electric fire. He was dead and had fallen into it partially cremating himself.
I did a salute and left.
Not much has changed...a photograph of the house from the
seventies....and now...
With Princess Margaret...
From the Daily Mail newspaper...