Bob W wrote:
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I think I saw Brigitte Bardot in the terminal. Seriously, a woman who
looked like her, spoke English with a French accent, very expensively
dressed, accompanied by two tall bruisers who were also expensively dressed, her luggage being pushed along by a third fellow. That was even
better than seeing Cotty.
I had a memorable experience with her in about 1977/8 or so. My younger brother and I had gone to St. Tropez on holiday. One day we got a bit lost and found ourselves walking down a private lane. As we were walking a jeep-type vehicle came charging down the lane, driven by a madman. Brigitte Bardot was in the passenger seat, and she had several snarling dogs with her, which snapped at us as they passed. One of the dogs got so close it took a button off my shirt.
She has some deeply unpleasant political opinions.
It fits. She's a deeply unpleasant person.
She's sad that she's no longer a twinkle in the public's eye, and can no longer claim youth as one of her treasures.
Sad, sad and bitter woman, with not a brain in her head.
keith whaley
