I am often reminded of the story about Za-za Gabor. It was while she was lying by the pool at the Beverly Hills Hotel. She kept staring at a handsome sun-bronzed gent on the other side of the pool. After a time his curiosity got the better of him. As he approached her he said, `Madam, you keep looking in my direction, have we perhaps met before?' Za-za said, `Dahling you look very much like my eighth husband'.`Really, madam! Have you been married eight times?'`No, dahling, only seven.' Too...
