A friend of a friend of mine was cruising Silver Singles, as he does obsessively, when he stumbled across this fascinating profile. l say stumbled because, although he is pretty desperate, he doesn’t usually chase nonagenarians. But this one was a real catch.
See if you can pick who it is from her answers to an exhausting list of very personal questions.
It starts off simply enough;
Name: Elizabeth, but my friends call me Lizzy or Dizzy-Lizzy
Job: General Manager of the family firm
Where do you live?
A bit short, 165 cm
Do you want to have more children?
No, not for me. l do so love the little ones, but we all know that as they grow up, they become more and more demanding.
Do you smoke cigarettes?
Only after sex
What religion are you?
Church of England, of course.
Education level achieved?
Secondary School Certificate, before l was whisked away to perform ‘family duties’
Language spoken at home?
English, but my late husband spoke fluent Greek.
After that candid discourse, we then have an endless list of multiple choice questions about nothing in particular that don’t reveal much at all about our enigmatic subject.
But hang in there it gets illuminating later on.
We finally get a rare glimpse into a very long and very private life,
shrouded in mystery and intrigue……. until now!
To give my family a happy home
To remain calm in hectic situations
To make new acquaintances quickly
To entertain other people
To educate my children responsibly
To keep my household tidy
Endurance and stamina
Rollerblading (you are joking)
Running (l don’t think so)
Rowing (hm, l doubt it)
Diving (come on, let’s be realistic here)
Yoga / Tai Chi / Pilates (possibly)
What is important to you?
Impeccable dress sense
What are you looking for in someone else?
Someone who can keep a secret
Someone who doesn’t believe the lies of the gutter press.
Someone with a sense of humor who can show me how to laugh again
A man who can split wood for the stove in winter
Someone with an anti-authoritarian streak
anybody at all
l seem to have lost my sense of humor long ago,
Maybe because no one has tickled me since boarding school,
but when my wayward son Charles made that joke that went viral about wanting to be a tampon, l did have a bit of a giggle, in private, of course.
Kids are funny sometimes aren’t they?
My genes, the Monarchy, the British Empire
My corgis, my crown, and my kingdom. In that order.
Fun, travel, freedom, spontaneity, abandon, subservience
Rich, privileged, aristocratic, noble, polite, accommodating. A good listener.
l look good in yellow.
How many adults currently live in your household?
A lot, l think
How important is sex?
Extremely important if it produces heirs
Please describe three activities that you most enjoy in your free time.
l don’t get much free time, but when l do l love nothing more than
Sailing on my yacht or visiting some of my holiday houses,
shooting peasants, sorry pheasants.
Drinking endless cups of tea with the char lady
Everyone has different passions, such as art, sports, music, family and faith.
What are you most passionate about?
Family, faith, loyalty, protocol, civility, duty, maintaining the purity of our blood stock,
especially in relation to miscegenation.
What are your interests?
The Royal Family
Visiting old castles
Maintaining a stiff upper lip
l can hold my bladder for over 8 hours (so can Marina Ambromivich apparently)
What do you like?
What is the one possession that you cherish more than any other?
Where I feel the most at home:
In my palace
What my partner should know about me:
l have expensive tastes
What would you like people to know about you?
l had nothing to do with the untimely demise of my estranged daughter in law.
Where do you like to go when you feel life is shit?
What don’t you like?
l don’t particularly like the French, except for Charles De Gaul, now there was a real man!
l don’t like The Argentinians, of course, going to war over the tiniest little island! Don’t get me started!
What do you value most in life?
Who the fuck are you?
l have led a sheltered life. Poverty, hunger, suffering seem like abstract concepts from these lofty ramparts.
l have dedicated my life to maintaining the status quo, leaving little time for frivolity.
l see the football hooligans of a Saturday night and shudder to think what will become of my dear little empire when l am gone
An algorythm then decides what sort of person you are:
So even though our Liz is apparently a bit guarded, not particularly conciencious, not very agreeable and a neurotic introvert my mate Mervin (not his real name) was still as keen as mustard to get into her pants, so naturally he sent her some bullshit story about what a stud he was, and an old photo of himself in his prime, really laying it on thick. Mervin doesn’t do subtlety.
But she took the bait hook, line and sinker. Replying pretty damn promptly:
l was married for 70 years. My husband just died. He was 99. l have lived a sheltered life, living in a big old rambling house all by myself, except for the servants of course, but they don’t count. l have a big family who cause me a lot of grief. l have been overwhelmed by a lot of obligations. l would dearly love to get away from them for a while and see what life is like on the outside, with the common people, so to speak. Sorry if l sound a bit condescending, it’s my upbringing, you see. l haven’t had sex for quite a while but l’m sure l could pick up where l let off, with your expert help. If you are keen l could come out to… where was it again, Na Na Goon to visit you.
l do love Australia, it is one of my favorite possessions. l have a jet, l think, l will ask my PA.
Here are some selfies of me having a bit of a giggle:
Update from Liz: l am feeling a bit despondent. l haven’t got hardly any clicks. Maybe l have been too modest and understated my accomplishments. l think l have to upgrade to Premium to get a better class of admirers. That is certainly what l have found throughout my long and illustrious life so far.