From here on in, I want to be known as 'the stacked chick'. Even if it has to be ironic

As purchased for me by Marie and Mairead in Edinburgh last week. The slogan and I are at odds. Slogans in general deter me but this one in particular. I mean, me, please people? Pleasure, maybe, but hardly please. Har-har.

Oh, stop. I know I'm whoring out my rack here to increase my site-traffic, but come on! If you had what I had... As my good friend says, who shall not be named but who lives in London and has the biggest breasts I've ever seen in real life (Hi Celia!): If you got it, flaunt it. And baby, I got it. Oh yeah.

PS: Does my hair look like I've just got out of bed? Good. I was up since six styling it that way.