Fri 18 Nov 2005
You can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your nose
Posted by Anon under Jimmy crack corn , Thoughts , Family shamilyNo Comments
The HB got me to laughing yesterday. We were walking up the stairs and he mentioned Liz Taylor’s nose. Why would that make me laugh? Well, it’s another Mummy story.
When I was growing up, Mummy would often say, “Your nose is just like Elizabeth Taylor’s. As a matter of fact if your eyes hadn’t turned colour, you’d be taken for her.” Her attitude about my eye colour was that it was an act of defiance for me to let them change colour. Yes, Mummy was delusional. But my nose is my only feature that I am pleased with. I never believed her, quite about Liz Taylor’s nose. But, in the back of my mind I had always wondered. Then, one day I had the chance to see if anyone else believed it. (more…)










