So it's goodbye to Liz Taylor who died today aged 79. Is there anyone who can't picture her in her prime? Think Cleopatra. It's Liz you see. What a stunner! Nobody could deny her beauty, with those amazing violet eyes, but this was a superstar in every sense.
Too many celebrities get big for their boots, doing the diva bitch with knobs on. Liz really was a superstar, but she could be as down to earth as a road-sweeper. Met her once. She was well into her fifties but looking fantastic in skin tight jeans so I said so. She was thrilled and revealed:" They are my daughter's but I borrowed them!" Get into your kid's jeans! Go girl!
Liz battled with bad health all her life. Her weight went up and down. Bouts of inactivity sent it soaring, but still the men loved her. Seven husbands and she married Richard Burton twice. So it didn't last - but they were smokin! Enough chemistry there to blow up a battleship. Couldn't be together but couldn't stay apart.
No man alive could have resisted her in her prime. Even as a 12-year-old in National Velvet she was surely something special. Forget the fat frump she ended up, Liz was stella. Might not see her sort again.
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