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I have discovered that it is “against company policy” to allow customers to take pictures of the handbags in Harvey Nicks. The same handbags which are featured in their brochure Fugly Bagand the same handbags of which there are numerous pictures available on the net. Why? Because “You might copy the handbag”. Well, Harvey Nicks. If I were planning to copy the bag and make my fortune selling knock-offs in the market, then I would buy one, because I would need to take it to pieces. It was also a damned ugly handbag and the only reason I was taking a photo of it was because my big brother was posing with it and looked rather amusing, you humourless bunch of over-hyped, over-priced morons.

I have also discovered that my friends are lovely. They are wonderful, cake baking, happy Man Cakebirthday singing people and I love them dearly. I was however, completely mortified (but also very pleased) when they and the staff of the restaurant we had chosen to terrorise, sang me happy birthday and presented me with my cake (complete with un-blow-out-able candles). This isn’t a picture of the complete cake. I had already scoffed part of his anatomy before I took this. He was a rather well endowed cake person. Another discovery of the same evening is that neither I, nor Laura, nor Claire look good in a moustache. I have pictures to prove that, but I will be having them sealed in lead and buried at a secret location.

Wobbly WilliamsToday has been a day of food fights and Monopoly (not at the same time), much wandering around shops and wondering what on earth the bright yellow and bloody hot thing in the sky was. Speaking of shops, I found this the other day and no I did NOT buy it. In fact, for some reason, I find it mildly disturbing and I quite like Robbie Williams (Yes I know…).

Anyway, I’ll be back where I belong some time in the next couple of days and I will be paying a visit to Inverness next week, so if you would like to come and see me in Inverness on the 14th or 15th, please email me as soon as possible, my availability will be quite limited.


Sing me a lullaby

It is 2:56am and I am awake. I do not want to be awake, but that seems to be irrelevant. I’m having one of those “This is not my bed” moments. I’m sure that any minute now, I will be overwhelmed by the urge to sleep, I am also sure that when that happens, the currently silent Inverness seagulls will start their morning kebab hunt, probably armed with loudhailers.

This is another flying visit, I must be mad working on April fools day. Having spent most of yesterday ignoring withheld numbers, I await the morning with trepidation. However, you boys have a treat in store, I happen to know that Amy of Scarborough and Ellie Lloyd are both planning visits to Inverness in the near future. Make sure you look them up. Don’t miss out.

I am off to sunny Bristol for a few days to visit and torment the lovely Claire, so if you fancy an outcall while I’m there, please send me an email or call me as soon as possible.

Anyway, I’m off to count sheep.


Important Announcement.

Having experienced it on several different occasions, I can now announce that:

There is absolutely nothing wrong with Claire’s driving!


In fact I would go as far as to say that Claire is a bloody good driver.

Thank you for listening.

Amanda x

Quote of the day:
There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes. – Doctor Who

Off To Aberdeen Tomorrow

Like it says, I’m off to Aberdeen tomorrow. Catch me if you can. I haven’t

Map picture

seen Laura for  two whole weeks now, so I’m raring to go.

Speaking of tours, I shall be tweaking the arrangements for my October tour. It will now include Southampton, but it looks like I may not be visiting Bristol after all.

Watch this space…


Amanda xx

Quote of the day:
No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets. – Edward Abbey