And… here’s the one from 2005!!! It doesn’t exist online anymore.. just here. Have cut and pasted so v. long! She is Pinocchios mother!
She lied about how she reconnected with David too. She wrote an article about having a date with him, then a couple of years later She pretended he’d just got in touch again and they hadn’t seen each other since being neighbours.
The original article was removed by the Mail but was cut and pasted and posted on one of the DS threads.
Just flagging this as I think it should be in the wiki - it’s such a blatant provable lie. I’ll see if I can find the deets…
Found it! Was printed in the Mail and then re,over.
she later pretends she meets him again in the Dreary
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"Liz,' the northern voice on the other end of the phone said. 'It's David Scrace.' This is someone I hadn't spoken to for 22 years. My first proper, proper love, someone I would have given anything in order to make him love me back.
We arranged to meet for lunch. I spent hours getting ready.
Would I be a disappointment after all these years? He had sent me a text saying he hoped he wouldn't be a disappointment.
Because he had never dumped me, I had never got over him. He was my, 'What if?' I remember what it was like, loving him.
It was a fierce longing I have never felt since.
When we met I was 20, 21 and he was 32. If he had only succumbed to my charms, I could have had a happier life, been, well, normal. I would probably even have a giant teenager by now.
I got to the restaurant early.
'Your guest is already here,' said the ma"tre d'. I looked over at the small man at the bar. He had really long, grey hair but the twinkle in the eyes was still there. We hugged. We sat down. I told him I wanted some answers, closure. He looked scared.
For Cathrin.....
'Did you know I loved you?' I asked him. 'No, I didn't have a clue,' he said. 'But even your best friend guessed,' I persisted. 'He never mentioned it,' he replied. (What do men talk about?) I asked him if I had actually told him how I felt, would he have gone out with me? 'No,' he said. 'You just weren't my type. You really had a lucky escape. I'm a complete waste of space.
It would have ended badly.' He told me he had got married in 1985, had a son, Ben, now 18, and then his marriage broke up because he had an affair. He lived in France for few years, but is now back in London, with a new girlfriend, Paola, who is two years younger than I am. 'Did you realise our trip to see Siouxsie and the Banshees was a date?' I asked him. 'Um, no. I don't remember even going, to be honest.' He commented on the fact I must be really successful. 'Yes, well, I threw myself into work when I couldn't have you,' I said, which was true. Plus, my self-esteem had taken a mortal blow.
When I got home, I cried for my 21-year-old self. If I had known then what I know now - that David would marry two years later, that I would wait 20 years before I found someone who loved me back - I would have given up there and then. If I think of all the time and effort I put into making him love me - the squash lessons, the concert tickets - and for what?
I had reminded him that at the party I held in 1983, just so that I could invite him, he had got off with my friend Wilma.
'How on earth is she?' he had said as I paid the bill. I asked if he thought I had changed. 'You still have the same hairstyle. To be honest, I hadn't even remembered your name,' he said, walking out of my life all over again."
Publication dated 9th October 2005.