Like most of you, I met Yvonne Craig as Batgirl and a little later as the green-skinned dancer in the Star Trek episode, Whom Gods Destroy. But then I had the good fortune to meet her and hang out with her for a couple of weeks in Australia and New Zealand years later, having dinner and late night drinks and quick lunches between signings on a tour we did for the lovely people who run the conventions out there.
She was super-cool.
I loved the fact that I’d hung out with her for a week before her sister said anything about the two months she was dating Elvis or how Howard Hughes was in love with her or, oh yeah, how she was a famous ballerina before she was Batgirl. She said her Mum liked Elvis because he was incredibly polite and always brought her up a wee present when he was picking her up for a date. Her stories were brilliant, her life and career covering the period that interests me most in American pop culture and though I’ve shared credits and had drinks with a lot of famous people through work I think it’s never as exciting as meeting the people you grew up with.
At the end of our two weeks hanging out, I couldn’t resist asking her to sign the autobiography she’d given me as a gift. She came from a period and a TV show that meant too much to me not to. The same thing happened a couple of years back when I was in New York and I saw Adam West, Gil Gerard and Lee Majors having a drink in a bar. To me it was like seeing the faces on Mount Rushmore. Everyone said I should have said hello, but this wasn’t like approaching normal people. These guys were EVERYTHING to me and so I chickened out. Yvonne, likewise, was from my childhood and I was slightly mesmerised, but she broke the ice and couldn’t have been more approachable or down to Earth or funny and we stayed in touch long after.
Another little piece of our collective childhood is gone.
She’ll be missed.