“Danny La Rue…the most professional, the most witty and the most utterly charming man in the business.”
“London is a man’s town… London is an even worse town to find a man in than Hollywood…A couple of weeks ago I was in London and I was out to dinner at Caprice…Anyway, into the restaurant came the most ravishing creature you can imagine with lovely long black hair and gorgeous dark eyes wearing a man’s suit and a mink coat. To my friend I said, “Look at that beauty. Who is that lady?” And my friend looked and said, “That’s no Lady, that is a Lord.”
And did you ever hear of Danny La Rue? Danny La Rue is a man in London who is the most beautiful woman I ever met. He had a big hit play on the West End with eighteen costume changes. The most fabulous clothes any woman ever had! Sometimes he looks like Garbo, sometimes he looks like Rita Hayworth when she was at her best on that calendar, but always he looks beautiful.”
Zsa Zsa Gabor
Hello, poppets! What, may you ask, has chivvied me out of blogging hibernation? A darling friend of mine has written a book, and something he said:
has opened my eyes. Thus begins a week long celebration of wit, warmth, and connection. It also will touch upon literature, Hollywood, royalty, the bonds of family, and coming of age.
All will be revealed by the weekend, but, now I want to share a little genealogy with you. Did you know that HRH Princess Diana (that’s right, good old Di, see autograph above) was related to Humphrey Bogart? Yep, they shared a common ancestor who was born in 1577. Now if you trace anyone back far enough distinctions dissolve, because everyone walking around on the planet today could be called your 16th cousin. Think about that. Care to discuss?
Welcome back, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.