Now when I say that I 'ran into' a move star when driving around Beverley Hills, you better take that as the literal meaning of the words. Yes indeed, there I was driving my hired car around the area on the look out for anything interesting when I was distracted by a police officer holding a man up against a wall at gun point I might add, when I did not see the car in front stop.
It wasn't much of a fender-bender, but enough to cause both myself and the driver of the limo in front to pull over and have words. As we spoke, the darkened rear window of the limo rolled down, and a voice with impeccible diction, asked 'John, is there any problem'. John turned and said 'No Raquel, just a slight touch, no damage. 'Could it be' I asked myself 'could it possibly be my goddess Raquel Welch'. I made my way over to the window and tried to have a quick look.
Before I could make out the person inside, the driver John, pushed between me and the window and snarled 'Get lost'. As we further examined our cars for any possible damage, a man, and I can only describe him as a dead ringer for Stewart Granger, dressed exactly as he was in King Soloman's Mines, came across the road from a large wooded area. He was carrying what I can only describe as a gun of sorts.
Quite honestly, I thought he was going to shoot me with a tranquilizer gun and tag my ear. He nodded to me and winked. 'I can help' he volunteered. 'From what' I thought 'from a pack of stampeding buffalo, that's what!'.
'I'm the neighbourhood Dog Warden' he drawled out the words 'saw everything'. I said 'There is no need, sir, all the necessary has been done'. 'If anyone is injured' he added 'I'll give evidence, provided my expenses are paid first, if you know what I mean'. 'That's an interesting perspective' I said to him, thinking of the plus's and the minus's.
With that John, the limo driver moved in. 'If you don't move that junk-crate of yours', pointing at my hire car, 'I'll hire the muscular descendants of Roman gods to do the heavy lifting and toss it over that wall there'. 'OK' I began to panic 'you had me at 'get lost', as far as I am concerned, that I did - I lost'.
With that, the rear door of the limo opened and a female poured herself out of it. 'John' she called to the chauffeur 'do the necessary and introduce me to the man with the strange foreign accent'. She was indicating me. John stepped forward and whispered to me 'What's the name bud'. 'Michael' I offered.
'Mam' he said to the lady, this is 'Michael, obviously from England'. 'Oh-h-h-h. That's too bad' she offered her gloved hand. 'Michael' he continued 'This is Raquel. Raquel Burnstein'.
The woman whom I had at first thought might be, then hoped beyond all hope, would be Raquel Welch, was in fact a charming old Jewish lady aged about sixty.
'Is everyone satisfied and happy with the situation' she asked 'Yes. In which case, Michael follow us to my house, just up the road, I might have a surprise for you'. She winked. She actually winked at me. I have only seen that look on one other woman in my life and I dare not tell you who had it, or in fact what the outcome of it was.
As they drove off, I did a complete 'U' turn and drove off at speed in the opposite direction...............I was taking no chances this time.........
2007-01-16 02:10:58
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