Elizabeth Taylor is gone. I had the opportunity to have a few dealings with Miss Taylor and it was odd in so many ways. Odd in so much what was I doing talking with, visiting in her bedroom, and assisting this Hollywood legend. But she was a delight to be with and a class act in that way very few in this town seem to be anymore.

I have had the privilege to have been involved at different levels with Doris Duke, Bernard Lafferty, Dean Martin, Elizabeth Taylor, Frank Sinatra and Peggy Lee. As I have told a few today’s so-called “celebrities,” I can die now, it does not get any better than what I have had access to and enjoyed. This will be the limit to my discussing these American Legends. There will never ever be “Stars” like these people, they were the real deal, with the exception of Miss Duke and Bernard, they were both very unique in their parts in the world theater.

Miss Duke died October 28,1993 at her home, Bernard Lafferty died November 4, 1996 at his home, Miss Peggy Lee died January 21, 2002 at her home, Mr. Sinatra died at Cedars Sinai, and now Miss Taylor also died at Cedars Sinai. An interesting note here is that almost all had visited the Church of the Good Shepherd in Beverly Hills, often for one or the other’s funeral or memorial.

My dear acquaintance Jose Eber was quite possibly one of Miss Taylor’s best friends, after all he was her hairdresser. And the story goes women tell their hairdresser all the scoop, and I have no doubt he was a close confidante. Well there was no way in the hell Jose would ever bring me anyplace near Elizabeth Taylor. Oh sure, I would hear this and that, and of course Miss Taylor and Bernard Lafferty were “friends” in what I would call in a Hollywood way. Bernard had access to millions, and he like so many adored Elizabeth Taylor, those Sunday afternoons were a real treat. And Miss Taylor’s interest was her fund raising for AIDS. Back to Jose, he as I said would have sooner cut his hair and stomped on his hat than to grant access to me. Well, I get a call one night and it is Adam, Jose’s boyfriend, Adam is the best. He tells me that he wants to go see “Elizabeth,“ my initial response was good, have a good time. Adam tells me he wants me to drive and wants to introduce me to her. I tell my son Mike that we are going to go and visit Elizabeth Taylor, Mike knowing Jose tells me, Jose is taking us? Of course not, I laugh and tell him we are going with Adam…my dear Adam is as real as it gets.

I had been working all day and picked up Adam and drove to Bel Air. There was a young kid from Israel who was working as “security.” These Israeli “security specialists” are a comical bunch of nitwits in Beverly Hills. Sure they have all worked for “Mossad,” they got the accent and most of the time it is bullshit, as I am sure this was. Why you ask? I had a .357 revolver, handcuffs, and pepper spray and no one noticed…so much for Hollywood security. Don’t get me wrong, Mossad, perhaps, parking cars, emptying trash cans, actual agents I think not.

Well, Miss Taylor had a silly little wormy guy, a real fruitcake, as her assistant and gate keeper, who I never trusted and I think that my feelings were shared with several others who will remain nameless. He sees me and runs to get the security guy, but Adam goes in and a few minutes later I hear, “John, Mike come on up,“ security is still trying to posture like he can do something about our presence and with the worm making mouth noises and frowns, he has to step aside. I am sure the worm ran to the phone to call Jose and report to him what Adam had done…Nazarian & Kid are in the house and headed for the bedroom. The look on their faces was priceless. It is out of respect for the memory of Miss Taylor that I will not discuss the nature of her reasons for our meeting…small stuff when you look at the “big picture.” As my friend Neal Hersh of Hersh, Mannis and Bogen stated recently in open court, “Nazarian knows where all the bones are buried “.

The house looked as I had seen it many times on television and up we went, to Miss Taylor’s bedroom suite. I remember seeeing what looked like a velvet ottoman with a little spotlight on it, this was Sugar’s (Miss Taylor’s special pet dog) place. I think it was blue. There were one or two females present and of course Adam. Miss Taylor acted as if I was an old friend, we talked about our pets and she loved my LV date book that I was carrying and to this day I am not sure why I was carrying it. Miss Taylor loved my son Mike and they hit it off and it was at least two or three hours of laughs and fun, she was just incredible. Here was the biggest actress in the world and she acted like we had been friends for years, she was the best. We spoke briefly about my work and my thoughts on the current events and the news. I had contact with her again at other times…my thoughts on Elizabeth Taylor were grandmotherly. I thank Adam to this day for his willingness to introduce me and Mike to his friend, Elizabeth.

Footnote: there is not another person in my field that EVER has had the access that I have, and I will never betray the trust these people placed in me. They had class and most of all honor and appreciated those around them with similar behavior.

©Straight Talk by John J. Nazarian, Private Investigator
March 23, 2011
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Seldom do I ever get a chance to just unwind and relax and think of nothing but the food I am eating and how good it is. Well, I got together at Canter’s on Fairfax with a “re-new” old friend, does that make any sense? Let me explain, I met Daniel DiCriscio years ago, a very long time. He was employed by the Jose Eber Salon and had just launched his music career. Funny as it seems I remember that CD and it was not bad. I was developing my new business and offices and Daniel was busy with his hair, and as I said his music. This guy has some real talent other than being “Daniel.”

Recently his mom died and we communicated both by phone and email and I could hear the pain in his voice as well as his writings. His emotions were ones that had escaped me during similar circumstances that I had, and I felt bad that he was at a loss in his mother’s death. We spoke further and again, it was good for me in a way that is hard for me to explain.

Through the last couple of years Daniel has assisted me on a few projects and he, like myself, is tough to miss. he has a presence! The great blond hair and of course his style of dress, too bad those in power during the Anna Nicole Show missed him and found that “mess” who played stylist on too many episodes. Booby Bobby or Bobby Boob, whatever. I suggested we get together for a bite to eat and the amazing thing here is that we had each other laughing and on serious points we were both on target. Especially our thoughts on Anna Nicole and others. My perspective is sarcastic and stinging, Daniel has what I call a “snap,” like get over it. Call me a little odd, but I was very entertained and realized it was just him and me.

When it comes to “Hollywood Insiders” no one can come close to either one of us. And we both understand how far to the line we can come after all of these years bumping around Hollywood. Speaking for myself, there are things that I would never speak of, and a book about them is never going to happen. For Daniel, the stories about poor Elizabeth Taylor alone could fill two chapters in his book. My time with Miss Taylor could fill maybe ten pages…thanks Adam!

Every day I read several newspapers and magazines and find stories and articles that make me wonder. Today I found a sad little piece about a man named Wilferd Kallhoff who happens to be 78 years old and his pet. Joker is a potbellied pig that weighs 200 pounds and lives in a town in Arkansas, Mountain Home. Joker spends his days in the back yard in a nice fenced area and at night he sleeps in the garage. Loves kids and eats popcorn — I just had a flashback of Dr. Arnie Klein, Michael Jackson’s best friend here in Beverly Heels. Anyway back to the other potbellied pig…well now the Mountain Home Police Chief, Carry Manuel, is hot on the trail. Leave it to a cop to find bacon, good thing the potbellied pig is not named “Jelly Donut”!!!

We at DesperateExes.com say let the old guy keep his pet. The big bad Poe-lice gave the poor guy five days to find a new home. Kallhoff spoke with an official at City Hall to make sure his pet was allowed before moving to Mountain Home a few weeks ago from the city of Salem. “She said you can’t have hogs,” he said. “It doesn’t say anything about potbellied pigs. She said ‘As long as nobody complains, I guess it will be OK.’”

Well of course someone complained, after all is that not the American way? He has had that potbellied pig for more than 15 years! That is damn near 5 times longer than most marriages in the United States today. Many of my clients were sleeping with potbellied pigs, but they had fat wallets to match their potbellies.

Mountain Home Police Chief Carry Manuel said the law doesn’t differentiate potbellied pigs from hogs or make an exception for pets. “In this part of the country, hog and pig are basically the same thing,” he told Paw Nation. “We have to act accordingly through points of law, and it’s prohibited by city ordinance.” Someone needs to whisper in his ear that he is after all in Arkansas and what harm is there, and doesn’t he have bigger problems than chasing after a potbellied pig?

Joker’s owner made a great point, Joker does not bark, has never bitten anyone and does not smell much worse than a dog! And I agree, I have had to deal with some real smelly dogs in my career, and some had four legs. City of Mountain Home, give the man a break, leave him and his pet alone, and you might want to review what you are paying your Chief of Police!

PPS: Arnie Klein again on TMZ.com

Klein just counter-Twittered,

“Dearest Elizabeth Michael CHOSE whom he loved; I only SUPPLIED medical care. May God bless you and Michael. Your friend Arnie.”

Yesterday, Liz Twit-attacked Klein by saying, “Dr. Arnie Klein declared on May 2 that he did not betray Michael Jackson by saying publicly that he had a homosexual relationship with someone in Arnie’s office. It seems he supplies not only women (Debbie Rowe), but men too … how convenient.”

WOW, what does Miss Taylor know that no one else does????? Potbellied pigs and Dr. Klein, I think I get it!