A few years ago, I'd arranged to
meet a young lady named Elizabeth in
a Glasgow cafe one afternoon. We were
getting on fine until I called her 'Liz' (as I do
another lass of the same name whom I know).
"My name is Elizabeth!" she scolded in a frosty
tone. "And my name's outta here, along with the
rest of me!" I replied, heading for the door. So,
ladies, "Know your place!" ELIZABETH
TAYLOR would never have spoken to me
like that - if only 'cos she'd never have
spoken to me. That's life, alas.
Do you think you might have slightly over-reacted there, Kid ? For me Liz's (oops I mean Elizabeth's) best role has to be Cleopatra - that scene where she enters Rome on a giant sphinx pulled by hordes of slaves is pretty awesome. My mother was a lifelong fan of Liz Taylor - she was only 5 months younger than Liz and died about a year before her.
ReplyDeleteNope - I think SHE overreacted, CJ. There was a nasty tone in her voice that I didn't like - and besides, I've no time for those who are precious about their names when no insult or rudeness is intended. I get called Gord, Gordie, Gordo, Big G, Kid, etc - I don't have a fit about it and say "My name is Gordon" - as long as it isn't rude I don't care.
ReplyDeleteFair enough, Kid - I'm perfectly happy to be called Col (or CJ). Oddly, there were two people who never, EVER called me Col - my parents. Everyone else did/still does but my parents never shortened my name. Even more strangely, my father's name was Andrew but he insisted on being called Andy and yet he once asked me "why do people call you Col ?" - parents, eh ?
ReplyDeleteYeah, parents - where would we be without them? (I think that's a self-answering question.)
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