There is that one scene in The Seven Year Itch in which Marilyn Monroe is hiding behind a swivel chair, but all we see of her is her dainty little foot, sneaking out to snatch up her missing slipper before it is noticed.
Sometimes I get myself a box of chocolates - the fancy type - and slip on my marabou slippers to watch Gentlemen Prefer Blondes or The Misfits, in honour of Marilyn.
