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.