Hot off the Twitterline, this piece of gripping news from @JoanCollinsOBE: "Leaving NY, I popped by a cocktail party and literally bumped into Dr. Ruth!" With pic to prove it, no less.
I think the most salient fact about this riveting image is that the age difference between these two is (are you sitting down?) five years. And that's if you believe that Joan's telling the truth about her age, which, given the modus operandi of fierce creatures such as she, might be a stretch.
Dr. Ruth fun fact: during a lean period back in the late '80s, I was working switchboard (and oh, was I working it) in the office of a Noted Person. One fine morning, I picked up the phone to hear a cheerful Teutonic "Good morning! Eeees N.P. zere? Eet's Dr. Ruth!" (and she sounded just as insanely cheerful as she did on her then-omnipresent radio show). Sure it is, I thought, and promptly reamed out the caller whom I presumed was one of my more antic acquaintances making fun of my starry but pedestrian gig. I hung up just in time for the N.P. to bounce into the room and let us (I the as it turned out quite temporary temp and his social secretary) know that he was waiting for a call but had to run out, and please tell Dr. Ruth he'd call back before lunchtime.
A time of day I never again saw in those very nice offices on the Upper West Side...
