"Pardon me, duck," said the London docker who was on a day trip to Boulogne, "'but what's French for Lulu?"
The exquisite young French thing hesitated on the pavement. She wasn't sure of the question, and she wasn't sure of herself. The London docker was brown, muscular and vibratory.
"Lulu?" she said.
"That's her," said he, "I met her at a charity ball in Shoreditch. Full name of LULU BETTS. Said she was French and came from Barcelona."'
"Ah, zat Barcelona, it in Spain," said the shy French piece.
"Well, I'm blowed, I've been blinded by science," said the docker.
The fact is, Lulu Betts is very much a pure Anglo-Saxon. She has a flat in London, and she didn't say she was French and came from Barcelona, she said she found it a wrench to leave Barcelona, where she'd been on holiday. The docker happened to be a bit hard of hearing that night, but he made out all right with the French doll, you'll be pleased to know.
Span No 236 - April 1974