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Was reminded of this when noticing something that annoys me on facebook... those blinking note things where folk tag you and it is all this nonsense such as 25 random facts about them or answering 10 gazillion questions such as "where is your cell phone?" - at the end of the day does anyone care? Maybe people do and I am just a rubbish friend but oh well! When someone "tags" you you are supposed to do them yourself and send them on... I delete them.

Thanks Cameron and Jezi.

Apologies now as it is likely this will continue to be late over the next 4 weeks or so quite probably as my life is currently and going to stay crazy... nothing I can do so as I say, sorry!


She’s been described as having the eyebrows of a Roman emperor and the shoulders of one of his centurions. She herself even admitted that she was mortified because she ‘looked like a garage’ when she saw the footage of herself on the telly.
Who are we talking about? It’s the recent star of Britain’s Got Talent, 47-year old Catholic spinster from Blackburn, West Lothian, Susan Boyle. The lemonade-drinking singleton shot to fame on Simon Cowell’s show when she flummoxed the three judges by singing “I Dreamed a Dream” from the globally popular musical Les Misérables. Clearly both the audience and the judging panel expected her rendition of the song to be as superficially unacceptable as her appearance, but boy were they in for a shock. Within ten seconds, Simon Cowell’s eyebrows were raised with surprise and intrigue, the audience was soon won over and by the end of the song Amanda Holden and Piers Morgan, the other two judges, were on their feet offering a standing ovation.
And that’s not all. Susan Boyle has become one of the highest-hitting web searches ever, with the video of her performance being viewed over four million times in the four days after her appearance and more than 20m now, a week later.
So why has the voice of this slightly awkward, slightly frumpy singer caused such a stir? Is it because she was astonishingly pitch-perfect? Is it because she was able to hold a tune better than most of the other hopefuls on that show? Of course it’s not. It is because she doesn’t look as though she would be able to sing like that.
I was intrigued back in 2004 by the claims that Portuguese trans-sexual Nadia Almada won Big Brother 5 thanks to a so-called sympathy or acceptance vote. Two years ago, in a similarly shocking tale, the unconventional performing pin-up Paul Potts won the first series of Britain’s Got Talent with Puccini’s aria Nessun Dorma.
Are reality shows all beset by some weird kind of inverted snobbery, or do voters merely like to make themselves feel better by patronising the participants? I hope not – I hope it’s a genuine desire to see ordinary people doing something extraordinary and thumbing their noses at the conventional portrayal of what is ‘acceptable’.
I’m not the biggest fan of Simon Cowell’s approach, but the look on his face when Susan Boyle sang said an awful lot. Good for you Simon, and – more especially – good for you Susan.







Having a funny chat with the telesales person about a cheaper telephone service provider gave me a laugh the other week. And in true Scottish “careful-with-me-money” fashion, my electricity supplier has put a smile on my face this week. I noticed a fairly sizeable ‘bank credit’ on my account but no mention of where it had come from. It turns out it’s from my electricity supplier – the man had been to read the meter and they’d discovered I’d paid too much. So in effect it means I don’t have to fork out for any electricity for the next six months. I know I’ve already paid the money but it feels like a bonus!



I thought it was 1st April when I read the Evening Express news on Thursday. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that the Scottish Police Federation is proposing to REDUCE motoring fines, just because other criminals aren’t punished as harshly. What nonsense. If they want to be fair, just raise the other fines to the same level! Stone mad.



Quirky habits needn’t be regarded as weird, in fact they are often endearing. I have a friend whose Mum waves to her blind neighbour on a daily basis, for instance. I’m not much into pampering, but I’ve just spotted that the ‘lovely’ Jennifer Love Hewitt wears a tiara in the bath. Some might think that’s odd – I think it’s kinda cute.



Jade Goody’s book is topping the sales charts already. The account of her struggle with cancer, entitled Forever in my Heart, has reached number one in three categories, namely Health Issues, Family & Lifestyle and TV Biography. With a recommended retail price of £15.99, it currently ranks fourth over all categories. The publishers are to donate £25,000 to Marie Curie Cancer Care.

A couple of winters ago we had terrible October storms. Neighbours of mine, a couple with two young bairns, had sold their house and were lodging temporarily in a rented cottage until their new house just up the road was finished being built. The storms were so bad that their temporary accommodation flooded and when the landlord came to survey the damage, advised that they’d have to move out because the kitchen roof was in danger of collapsing as well.
Fortunately, I was heading off for three months panto in Glasgow so they rang to ask if they could borrow my house in the period I was away. By the time I was due home at the end of panto season, their new house was scheduled to be completed.
I’m not into gadgets and gimmicks, but I must admit I was a bit embarrassed when the young wife phoned to check on what “mod cons” I had, and which they would need to bring with them when they came to move in. “You’ll have a dishwasher,” she said to begin with. “I have plumbing for a dishy,” I replied, “but no machine”. Similarly, no deep fat fryer, nor a microwave. She must have thought they were coming to live in the dark ages.
I’ve always been a bit of a Luddite or technophobe, but I didn’t realise quite how much! I was recently due an upgrade for my mobile and the guy at the call centre laughed out loud when I said in no uncertain terms that I didn’t need a lot of fancy business - all I wanted was a phone with a decent memory and good battery life.
It’s become even more evident when in the past few days I have bust a suspension spring in the Roadster and had to put the Golf to the garage to see if it’ll need a new engine. Taking pity on their car-less comrade, friends lent me their 18-year old Peugeot 106, a simple little runabout with no frills. I took great delight in its lack of power steering and ‘point and shoot handling’. No electric windows, just wind-up and wind-down; no intermittent wipers, just off, on and fast; and not an airbag to be seen.
As some clever clogs once said, “it’s not big and it’s not clever” but above all it is fun to drive and I’ve appreciated the loan of it enormously!



When I launched onto the stage in my panto debut at His Majesty’s in ‘Peter Pan’ I got on really well with Wendy and Peter, the Darling children. I’m not a betting man, but I’d almost wager that Alistair Darling wishes he lived in Neverland with his namesake panto family. I’m all for adding 7p onto a packet of cigarettes and I don’t think a penny on a pint is too bad. What they really need to examine is the effect of hiking fuel by 2p again. The huge majority of everything we buy is affected by tax on transport. It’s time to rethink that one I’m afraid, Darling.


Barely a month since her funeral, and talks are afoot to produce a musical stage show celebrating the life of Jade Goody. According to ITN, a nationwide talent search for the girl to play Jade could begin anytime soon. It is essential for the survival of theatres to put bums on seats, but I can’t help thinking this project is happening too soon.


I’ve always had a thing for dimples, so I can’t fault the result of the latest poll for the Sexiest Woman in the World. Geordie stunner Cheryl Cole has won the No.1 spot in a men’s magazine survey to find our preferred pout, leaving last year’s winner Megan Fox as runner up and cutie Jessica Alba in third place.



Kimberly Davis, the latest of Sir Alan Sugar’s Apprentices to fall victim to his infamous pointy finger, has claimed that being fired from the programme made her feel humiliated. This may be a shocker to some, but I think almost anybody who’s seen the show might have an inkling of how it feels to hear the words, “Yer fired”.

During my recent run of misfortunes around the home involving the car, the central heating and even my watch, at least some good has come from it all. I replaced my blown dining room light with an energy-saving bulb that will save me £65 over the course of its life, apparently. And I didn’t even have to pay for it – it came free, gratis and for nothing with some planet-saving scheme or other.
I’ve had a great time trying to do my bit for planet Earth since I discovered that the average street of family homes can save a swimming pool-worth of water every year by turning the tap off while they brush their teeth.
In that grey area between lies and statistics there’s all manner of fascinating information to be found. According to research, each and every one of uses an average of 32 gallons (nearly 150 litres) of water each and every day. Some sources even suggest that a dripping tap can drain away over a thousand gallons of good, clean water over the course of a year.
Well, my new-found zeal seems to have rubbed off on my mother! She’s invested precisely £26.90 of her hard-earned cash into a snazzy new shower head that not only promises to use 40% less water, but will save her as much on her electricity bill as my low-energy bulb. Its turbo-powered flow rate actually reduces the amount of water she uses by 6 litres a minute which, to put it into context, equates to more than a dozen dripping taps a year. Not only that, but based on the fact that 5% of Britain’s greenhouse gas emissions result from the heating of domestic hot water, this new shower head promises to eliminate the need to heat tens of thousands of litres of water which, in turn, should cut carbon emissions by up to 475lb a year.
And that’s not even the best of it! Who would have thought that tattie crisps could save the planet? I’ve discovered a new kind of crisps which are delicious but, more than that, the manufacturers pledge to purchase and protect ten square feet of rainforest for every bag you buy. And every acre of forest saved equates to more than 260 metric tonnes of carbon that would otherwise be released into the atmosphere. So get munching.
That is my kind of saving the planet!



There’s a debate raging at the moment about the likelihood of there being no live television feed during this year’s Big Brother summer series. Well, I say raging ‘debate’ but it looks like it’s pretty much one-sided. And in addition to this almost–certain move, Channel 4 has already closed down its internet discussion forum pages, on account of an economic decision. Apparently the channel’s forum pages cost in the hundreds of thousands to run every year. I used to dip into the live feed quite a lot and it’ll be a miss for a lot of people. And a huge shame to lose the real Orwellian side to the concept.


While we’re on the subject of Big Brother, anybody who’s interested in autobiographies might want to get the latest tome from a housemate. That yowling dervish Nikki Grahame, who was famed for demanding bottled water during BB7, launches her book “Dying to be Thin” on Thursday at half price. It explores her 11 year battle with anorexia and other issues.


If you’ve been away for the May Day weekend, I hope you’re back safe and sound. The AA reported that on a long journey about a quarter of drivers only stop for a toilet break, 5% never stop at all and a scary 10% have nodded off at the wheel. They advise that any 3-hour journey should include at least one 15 minute break.



Susan Boyle will need to watch out if she’s invited to appear on America’s Got Talent, as suggested by US host Ryan Seacrest on his Twitter. The mansion where the contestants stay is allegedly “haunted” by a ghost named Phyllis, which appears like a white shadow. If it had been the X-Factor mansion I might have suggested Sharon Osborne was to blame!

“Look after the pennies and the pounds will look after themselves” is a phrase me and my school pals used to hear quite a lot when we were bairns. In fact there used to be a savings scheme at the school where we were encouraged to put away a copper or two every week and at the end of term you would have some pocket money for the holidays.
It brought it all back the other night when I was invited to an information evening about a children’s activity scheme called ‘The Penny Project’. The idea is to help children to learn about the value of small things, even a penny, and encourage them to think about relief aid, micro-credit schemes and helping others who are much worse off than we are. The project suggests putting by a penny at every meal time and when enough coppers are in the jar, you can donate it to the project, or another charity of your choice. A family of four can save just about £4 a month that way, or if a school class all join in, nearly £25 can be raised. The scheme can be used in youth clubs, the Guides, the Boys’ Brigade and endless others. In fact it’s not restricted to children – I know folk who do a similar thing at work.
Before you start thinking this is another ‘beg’ for money, let me give you some facts on the loose change that we jingle every day and sometimes drop without noticing. According to data gathered in the last couple of years, the Royal Mint estimates that 6.5 billion pennies have disappeared. That’s right – sixty-five MILLION pounds worth of coppers, or approximately 22,000 tonnes of them. It’s incredible! You know those extraordinary tardis-like accessories-cum-appendages that women call ‘handbags’? They reckon that there’s about £11m of lost change clanking about in the bottom of them. And us lads are none better – nearly eight million pounds worth of change is estimated to be hidden under car seats and languishing amongst those sticky sweetie papers in the door pockets. At last count there was a tidy £5.9 million down the backs of sofas – and yes, I have just nipped upstairs to check mine. £3.30-odd, and counting. But most of the missing money is lying about the streets, on pavements and in gutters. £26 million in coppers alone. Anybody got a spare metal detector?



Many of you will know the quip “insanity is hereditary – you get it from your kids.” As you grow up you think it works the opposite way around. I think that embarrassment and affront work in just the same way. I used to really cringe when my Dad found a particularly funny greetings card in a shop and couldn’t help roaring with laughter. The other day I was in a shop and spotted monoculars for sale, with a promo sticker on them saying, “buy one get one free”. One for each eye, then? Surely binocs would be a better bet. I laughed out loud in public. Help – does that mean I’m growing up?


In case you’ve all rushed out and bought Nikki Grahame’s book and finished it in no time flat, I should tell you that another Big Brother autobiography was released at the same time. Aisleyne Horgan-Wallace’s “Surviving Guns, Gangs and Glamour” tells the sorry tale of her life and, like Nikki’s, touches on some very serious issues. It too is available at approximately half price.


Anybody with a lock of hair from their first trip to the barber should keep a tight hold on it in case they get famous. Comedian Frank Skinner has auctioned some of his hair for charity and has challenged the purchaser to separate the grey from the brown. Along with a tidy trim, he’s raised the tidy sum of £1000. A ‘grand’ haircut indeed.


If you like dancing to cheese you’ll be delighted to hear that Benny and Bjorn of ABBA fame have been working together again. The duo have collaborated on a song called Story of a Heart, which will feature on a new English language album from Benny’s company Benny Anderssons Orkester. The pair made it big in the 70s, selling over 370 million albums worldwide.

I wish...more likely to be screwed up receipts, bits of paper from meetings I went to about three weeks ago and various other random items...(sigh)

Like the idea of the Penny Project. We fill Smartie tubes up with 5ps and give them to charity.

If my handbag was a Tardis I'd quite like to find David Tennant at the bottom of it though

I remember reading somewhere that it was ironic that some washing up liquid manufacturers make a big song and dance about their product containing real lemon juice, while some of the lemon meringue pie mixes available in the shops contain nothing but chemicals. It is a bit topsy turvey right enough.
Our senses of taste and smell are pretty powerful weapons, especially nowadays, and marketing experts play on them more and more. I can remember the distinctive smell that you get with a new car, even from when I was a toddler. In fact I can picture the black vinyl seats of the Simca that Mum & Dad bought when I was four and can almost sense their texture. Nowadays, you can buy a thing to hang up in the car that releases a smell that’s meant to be like the genuine smell of a new car. And they lather it around second-hand car dealerships to make that subconscious connection in your brain.
And an even more important financial decision than forking out on new wheels is bricks and mortar. I would be surprised if anybody has escaped the multitude of tips you should employ when selling a house. Get a bunch of flowers on the dining room table, plug in the percolator – and whatever you do, don’t forget to pop some dough in the breadmaker about half an hour before prospective purchasers come round to view.
I don’t know whether those factors would swing me, but the smell of newly cut grass just might. It’s funny how different smells affect different people, and I reckon food smells are amongst the most emotive. I happened on a website the other day that offers chocolate without the calories! The product was launched about a fortnight ago and to me it seems like a cross between a tube of lipstick, an asthma inhaler and a fake cigarette. The idea is that you inhale tiny particles of chocolate from the device, right onto the appropriate tastebuds. Because such a small amount of chocolate enters your mouth, it’s almost like not eating at all – yet similar euphoria to a chocolate fix could be experienced, due to the targeted tastebuds!
I guess it won’t be too long before so-called food gurus are recommending rowie-flavoured ones. Maybe even cider or mince and mealy pudding or, perish the thought, fish and chips. Anybody for a fly puff o’ lemon meringue pie?



Back in February when I was on my hunt for the Golden Rose, I had the chance to visit lots of great places and meet lots of smiling faces. And one of the best parts is getting nominations for some of the fantastic workplaces around the city and shire. When we were at the haematology department at ARI, we got speaking about giving blood and I realised I was a student in Edinburgh the last time I contributed. I’m at home in Orkney just now and the service is due to be here a week today, for four days so I think I’ll go. I wonder if they still dish out bourbon biscuits!



I’m impressed with the Council’s new machine for filling in potholes around the town. The ‘jetpatcher’ even sounds good at its job and, according to the figures, it is. Almost 1000 potholes patched already, but judging by the number of complaints, there’s plenty more to go. Claims have doubled this year – let’s hope the jetpatcher can up its game and make itself worthwhile.


I’ve mentioned Cheryl Cole once or twice lately, and I’m not making any apology for mentioning the raven-haired beauty again! She’s come tops in a new poll about the most-requested celeb hairstyles, beating Friends star Jennifer Aniston’s bonny barnet into second place. The 5000 people surveyed voted Eva Longoria’s luscious locks into third place and Victoria Beckham fourth.


I don’t know whether I’m cynical or sceptical. And, believe it or not, I haven’t delved too far into the chicken and egg conundrum. But I do wonder whether Peter Andre and Jordan’s relationship has come to a possible end because of the cameras or in spite of them. How would they do with no coverage at all – for better or for worse?

LOL That's quite a handbag!

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re. the Penny Project.

I’ve always been very fortunate with work in that I love to travel and my jobs over the years have enabled me to do a fair bit of globetrotting. Even when I was a student, my first taste of working in a real marketing department was in France. It was a brilliant experience and my time spent there allowed me to explore a bit of the country I might not otherwise have had the chance to. After I graduated and went to Seville, the institute I worked for enjoyed the teaching holidays. So my colleagues and I had the luxury of being able to travel relatively easily to other parts of Spain as well as Portugal, Gibraltar and North Africa.
It’s not to say that I have to be far away to enjoy a bit of the wandering life. As both boy and officer in the Boys’ Brigade I enjoyed camping under canvas and roughing it in some of the islands around Orkney, or heading to outdoor centres on the mainland.
I don’t mind doing without creature comforts (like a bed!) and have toured and slept in various vehicles, even down to a night in my diminutive Fiat Cinquecento waiting for the ferry.
But I have to say that a campervan a good compromise. You’re free to roam, yet can still enjoy a relatively comfy bed and sometimes even a shower.
And it seems like the country is cottoning on. Thanks to the pound’s poor performance against other currencies, more Brits are planning to stay at home on holiday this year. Volkswagen has reported a 25% increase in demand for brochures, the Camping & Caravanning Club report a rise of almost 30% in summer campsite bookings and most astonishingly of all, one of Britain’s biggest motor caravan dealers is claiming to have a 250% increase in their order book in the last six months.
By fluke I took delivery of a fantastic book charting the history of Volkswagen’s iconic Transporter – one of the planet’s all-time favourite campervan conversion vehicles. Published by Haynes, the same people who produce the best-selling car maintenance guides, it’s a comprehensive and thoroughly researched tome, detailing the history of the “people’s wagon” over its first 60 years. Brimming with photos, many depicting camping scenes through the years, I bet it will inspire a few more folk to up sticks and take to the road this summer.


When my brother was small he was very easy to wind up. It was unfair to tease him but sometimes it was hard to resist. I can remember Mum and Dad winning twice in one month on the premium bonds, and Mum refusing to open the second envelope, saying that it was more exciting not knowing what was in it. It drove Julyan daft! Fortunately he’s not here just now because last week I had two envelopes from ERNIE. I tried to leave the second one alone to heighten the excitement. But Julyan might as well have been here; I couldn’t leave it alone. Still, £50 tax-free is a result!


I’m not sure about the BBC’s announcement regarding their plans for a series of Junior Apprentice to air next year. Although the main series is hugely popular, it’s risky to roll out the concept too far because people get fed up of spin-off shows even when the original has high viewing figures. They should take a warning from Big Brother.


Being the bargain hunter that I am, I was thoroughly disappointed not to have been in town on Saturday with M&S’s special 125th birthday sale in full flow. Going back to its penny bazaar roots, offering a range of goods at a penny a pop, it certainly drew the crowds. And with every penny going to charity it’s even better.


Hayden Panettiere is a bonny lass, but the poor thing runs the risk of being called “four eyes”. Not like a playground bully might pick on a kid with glasses, however. The 19-year old Heroes star has had a tattoo done in Italian, but one of the words has been misspelled with an extra “i”. Rimpianti, ironically meaning ‘regrets’, appears as rimipianti.

I must confess this week that I’m not very happy. It doesn’t happen often and more often than not if I’m angry or frustrated, it’s usually with myself and there is nobody else to blame.

Well this time I’m frustrated and right enough, there’s nobody to blame. In fact I’m not even taking the blame for it personally either, but I’m annoyed with myself. I said recently that I had spoken to the haematology folk at Aberdeen Royal Infirmary when I was there in February and had decided to sign up to give blood when the Scottish National Blood Transfusion Service went to Orkney this month. It is the first SNBTS visit to Orkney, and the service was due to welcome more than six hundred people over its four-day stint on my home turf. I was due to be one of those donors but thanks to a serious bout of man flu that’s seen me taking to bed by about 9pm several nights running, I couldn’t very well turn up and offer THAT to them!

The last time I gave blood I was a student in Edinburgh, so that’s in the teens of years ago. Unfortunately, the donor base of active donors has dropped dramatically over the last decade to 179,000 people. This figure is feared to fall to 166,000 in the next two years unless more donors are found or inactive donors like me get organised and donate again.

I know it’s an important thing to do, if you are able to, and some of the related statistics are enough to get me signing up again. Every unit of blood is separated into three components, and this alone means that each donation can save or improve the life of three people. Platelets help blood to clot and prevent bleeding. There are just 1050 platelets donors in Scotland, yet platelets are essential for treating leukaemia and cancer patients. Over four hundred babies are born prematurely every month in Scotland and many of these little ones could not survive without donated blood or platelets. Some can need up to fifty transfusions. Can you imagine that just three teaspoonfuls of blood could save a premature baby’s life?

It’s high time I was giving blood again. You’re allowed to do it every twelve weeks, so if that’s how quickly it replenishes I should aim to start as soon after I shake this man-flu as I can.





With the tenth series Big Brother due to hit our screens later this week, I’ll be buzzing with excitement as I eagerly await the new house and its inmates, appearing one by one for our scrutiny. I have to take issue with last year’s first evictee Stephanie McMichael, however, speaking about people’s reasons for trying out for the show. “I can’t stand people who go on BB and say ‘it’s not about the fame’. It is!” For some people, fame is a debatable by-product of the experience, but there does exist a core following who do it for the experience, not the fame. I should know; I’m one of them.





The world is full of funny laws – steer clear of York on a Sunday, for instance, if you’re Scottish and surrounded by bow and arrow wielding Englishmen. They’re allowed to shoot! Polish friends commented on the profusion of poppies I have growing in the garden and along my road. They’re so strictly monitored there that it’s illegal to grow them wild.





Senior stunner Sharon Stone has put her foot in it… again! Having offended some of China’s population by suggesting that the 2008 earthquake was due to ‘karma’, she’s trod on Turkish toes this time. Reading an autocue, she mispronounced Azerbaijan and ended up shouting out “Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan”. You’d think for her huge fee she’d have taken the time to prepare properly.





Gorgeous Gisele Bundchen has claimed the title of World’s wealthiest model for the third year on the trot, despite her earnings dropping by $10million. She’s still managed to scrape together $25million, about three times what third place Kate Moss earned between June last year and now. Heidi Klum took the second place honours with an income of $16m for the same period.

Sorry about the last couple of weeks... didn't buy the papers so if you want to read them you'll need to ask the boss.

Nominating being the thing he looked forward to least before going into the BB house and finding it progressively difficult as time went on. Liking Charlie but speaking about his "toe-curling performance" when nominating and when BB said he would be up for eviction if he didn't he managed to do it quick enough. Being glad Cairon got the boot.

Chas n Dave doing a one off gig in London tonight and tickets only costing £8.

Sharon Stone mispronouncing Azerbaijan and Britney Spears shouting "what's up London?" while doing a show in Manchester...

A new book called 'The Girls' Car Handbook' being published and he thinks it will prove popular as it covers all the "nonsense that women don't like dealing with when it comes to cars."

The shortest day being past but we still have a while of the summer to go. How he's been hosting some guests from the Huddersfield Choral Society who have been up for the St Magnus Festival and along with his choir and the Scottish National Orchestra performed 'A Sea Symphony' by Vaughan Williams. His guests can't believe how light it is at night.

The questions on the application forms for BB4 and some being easier to answer than others. More about how he wasn't looking forward to having to nominate and similar to last week re having to nominate on the first night etc and Charlie taking ages, says it was a shame there weren't the conditions like when they brought in the 90 second nominations rule in BB4. Angel getting evicted and hoping it is Sree up for the chop this week.

UK series The Merlin doing well during the launch in the US with 5.5 million viewers which was the second most watched show in that night's ratings. 3.6 million in Britain watched Andy Murray winning a tennis match and around 1.8 million watch each BB highlights show.

Friends fans will be pleased to know Courtney Cox and Lisa Kudrow will be on TV together again, this time in Lisa Kudrow's comedy series called The Web.

Loving the way Americans are so patriotic and saying how the national library of Scotland has banned their employees displaying the Scottish saltire flag or the Lion Rampant and tartan in case it is misconstrued as racism.

Being a fan of curvy figures and getting offered the registration plate 88 CAM for under £6k.

Thank you Jezi.