Most American audiences will remember Mr. Holloway as the bawdy, irrepressible Alfred P. Doolittle, father of Eliza in My Fair Lady. In real life, however, he leads a quiet 'enry 'igginish sort of existence nipping out after a show to get back to home and hearth. But he does have sixty years worth of theatre life to reminisce about which he does to a wearying extent. He was a product of the West End Music Halls who eventually achieved his major reputation as a character actor. This rambling account tells of his pre-war days, his first reluctant attempts to do Shakespeare, much of his days with Lady, of course, and there are snap-shot portraits of many famous theatrical figures: Lerner and Lowe, Julie Andrews and Audrey Hepburn (equally gracious and great), Rex Harrison (who was extremely shaky when it came to singing), Moss Hart (a demanding dynamo). Otto Preminger (""I just wish he wouldn't shout so much"") Groucho Marx, Maurice Chevalier, Danny Kaye, Petula Clark, Laurence Olivier, etc. The names may help but the book just doesn't have the box office appeal to put it across on this side of the Atlantic. Not even Wiv a little bit O'luck.