I am "Mr Blue Check Shirt" in Elizabeth Green 's dating column (New Year, new love?, January 25). Thankfully not "Mr Wedding Car Man", also mentioned: how he must feel after such a sneering and a patronising write-up, and this from the lady promoting her Trusting Love relationship courses.
In the article, Elizabeth Green muses: "Am I spoilt? Ungrateful?" Well, now, that's a tough one; let me ponder that for a while. Simperingly, she writes that, at the party, "all eyes, particularly male ones", were on her as she arrived. Like - hello - in Jewish restaurants there are at least three cases of whiplash a week when the door opens. Gushingly, she reflects, this must be the first time she has ever gone somewhere and she does not know anyone. Goodness me, how tedious. You go past Brent Cross and it is another world out there. Edgware? Edge of the universe. I fear for our intrepid traveller.
When she introduced herself, she said: "Hi, I am Philip Green's sister", though she nearly fainted when I said I never heard of him - as if I would be green with envy.
Sorry, Elizabeth, unlike all the others, I have to admit that the only reason I rang you was that our delightful hostess ran after me as I was leaving, saying, "Ring Ms Grey Dress and Matching Cardigan, she wants you to meet you."
So I rang and suggested meeting for a drink, which went well enough, though the conversation at times was a bit forced. If we were to meet again, we "must" do lunch; but with so many others queuing up for you, I dare say it might not be for a long while.
My life I fear will now never be complete; but hold on, don't I know an expert who is a doyen of trusting love relationships? Oh no, apparently she has gone into the wedding-car business.