This is a home with a difference. Behind the high walls away from prying eyes every single one of our elderly residents was famous.
It's sad, well I used to think it was anyway. Watching their memories fade and die just like they do.
We are very discreet, no press or media attention.
When one of them goes, we put out a simple message and the world remembers them for a bit.
The last of Hollywoods finest. Not a single one of them under 90.
Some places they say are God's waiting room, I prefer to think of our facility as God's dressing room.
They wait in quiet splendour for their final scene in front of the camera. When the big director in the sky says cut and the film stops rolling.
There are quite a few characters and a more than a few egos. Several of our residents have been married to each other, some more than once. It's all water under the bridge by this stage.
Their memories have gone and it gets harder and harder for them to remember who they are each morning, let alone sort out a feud or their love lives from 50 years ago.
It's not exactly 'Malice in Wonderland. Our Betty and Joan have no idea that once they fought over the same roles and the same man.
Betty thinks that Joan is her sister and Joan thinks that Betty is here to do the cleaning because she's always picking up after people.
We have actors singers comics dancers and directors. You can't get in here unless you were at the top in your field. Old Jimmy was a cameraman, best in the world in his day.
His best friend is Joe a lighting designer. Together they toddle through their days. Joe lights the shots and Jimmy films them.
It doesn't matter that Joe is shouting to an empty room and that Jim's camera has no film. They are happy, lost on some imaginary set that was flattened long before Kennedy died.
That's what we give them, a little touch of magic. We have a couple of old makeup chairs we bought when a studio was pulled down. There is even a red carpet with taped applause.
Some of our ladies like to dress up, we give them what they need. A bit of old-fashioned glamour.
There is a ballroom where they exercise, all of them love to dance. Some like to tap, some like to sing, it never leaves them.
We call it the Orchid room, it has a glitter ball and they swirl around in the sparkles.
Everyone smokes and that's always been a problem, but now for most of them, an e-cigarette will do. It cuts down the fire risk and the holes in the furniture.
When one of them dies we run what we like to call the last picture show. Everybody gets on their best clothes and we open up the cinema and run the deceased's greatest hits.
Some of them have Oscars so we try to find that bit of film. They walk the carpet and enjoy a night out at the movies with their memories.
I never understood it all when I first came here. I was young and I just didn't get it. I thought in my ignorance that we should be trying to help them stay in touch with the real world.
Someone put me straight in the end. "They never wanted to live in the real world" he told me. "This is where they are happiest, they lived their whole lives in a fantasy so leave them be."
Jackie one of our comics put it best when he was having one of his good days. ' We are the lucky ones' he kept saying over and over.
I just smiled, but one of the others Maude I think it was said "he's right, other people lose their memory and that's it gone, but not us.
we can look at a scrapbook or see ourselves up on the screen and we remember, and the world can remember us at our best.
Our memories are all wound onto a reel somewhere, we can take them out and see them whenever we want, how lucky is that."
It was then that I finally got it. To the world they will always be 35 and beautiful or handsome or funny, not some tiresome old man telling the same joke over and over.
They don't want the truth it hurts too much.
It's a little kindness. It hurts no one and they can gently fade away until the scenery is dark and all the technicians have left.
It doesn't matter one little bit that all their best lines were said long ago.
To them, it will always be lights camera action until the director yells cut, on that long ago set in their head.