Month: March 2011
Teenwolf is set the ultimate challenge….can he rise to it?
What do you give a teenage boy to whip him into a frenzy? Beer? Beer that cannot be detected on the breath by the sharp…
What is it about chocolate and women?
Nothing like wrapping your gums round some frankly spectacular chocolate. I buy it to ignore. I hide it high in my cupboard. But I know…
Sunday fragrant Sunday
The aftermath of a friends birthday is a hairy feathery mouth this morning. Evidence also can be seen in the dry skin, red eyes, palpitations with occasional flashbacks of…
Drunken doughball ages woman – me – 75 years in one night.
The joy of escaping the testosterone infested house for a night was in my heart as I drove up to Aberdeen, in Scotland’s North East…
Scottish scallops? The best in the world.
Fish on a friday! Scottish seafood on a friday even better. Here is a wee clip of John Quigley and I cooking up a storm…well actually…
Madonna interview translated will bring on hysteria.
I cut this out of a magazine 13 years ago. It made me wet my pantaloons laughing. I just found the clipping and read it…
Radio Forth promo – happy, hazy days.
Someone sent me this! Wahay. All of us acting the goat, rolling round the streets of Edinburgh and getting paid for it. Yup Radio Forth.
Food Diary of a hormonal hungover Scot
OK we know excess of any sort is bad for you. In fact it leads to more excess as I know only too well. So…
Sunday morning – it’s a mutts life- I’m the dog this morning.
God love her. Shes not the brightest. But when I got up this morning and shuffled into the kitchen this was what met me. A…