I'll get personal here. One day in L.A. when I was single I met this French woman who worked in a clothing store. She was a you know who look a-like, and she didn't know it. I am sure most of you would have jumped at the occasion to satisfy a fantasy. So, to make a long story short, she moved in with me shortly afterwards. Then I realized she was not a nice person. In the meantime she came across the WTRF songbook and when she saw the pictures that looked exactly like her she understood my motives. So, as things deteriorated I wanted her out of my appartment and she wouldn't leave. But she eventually did, which is to show you one can't judge a book by its cover.
Laurent
