They say they saw it coming, those celebrity tittle-tattles who follow every whisper of Hollywood gossip.
The glorious Technicolor love boat of Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas has, allegedly, been navigating the rocks for some time. Theirs was a marriage that was doomed from the start.
As our generation gets a little older, a surprising number of us are putting on our dancing shoes and getting back in the senior dating game.
I left the financier when he asked for a wheelchair to take him onto a flight to Rome.
I abandoned the lawyer when he could no longer see his feet without glasses and began, only half in jest, to talk about suicide pacts.
At the time, I sincerely believed, to paraphrase Mae West, it’s not the age of the men in your life, it’s the life — or high life — in your men.
For, mea culpa, money was an attraction; when I was 30, I fell for a successful financier of 55 — the same age Michael Douglas was at his wedding to Catherine.
There is a saying: ‘Better to be an be an old man’s darling than a young man’s slave.’ Whoever dreamt it up never went out with an old man.
When I poured myself a glass of wine, he called me a toper.
Prince Talleyrand, Napoleon’s foreign minister, who was catnip to women, fathered a child in his 60s.
Churchill was 66 when he became PM in 1940, and Ronald Reagan was almost 70 when he entered the White House.
I was a size 8, but he told me I was as fat as a barrel.