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A day out in London with a Dane, an impersonator, and a baby Belle (Rousse)

I had a day out with Belle in London. First she took me to the museum cafĂ© where she treated me to a raspberry and ice cream fruit sundae. I ate it seated next to a Dane who told me … Continue reading

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Pearl earring makeover (Belle)

I wondered how an amateur choir from St Albans had managed to fill out this central London venue. People were packing in to hear them sing highlights from Oklahoma. If only I’d realised that tiny pearl stud earrings would make … Continue reading

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Eminem’s fiancĂ© (Belle)

My relationship with Eminem (or Marshall as I was now calling him) was going from strength to strength. Although marriage hadn’t been mentioned, and no formal proposal had been made, Marshall helped me fashion a wedding headdress out of costume … Continue reading

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Chris Packham wanders the London Tube in police disguise (Rousse)

Chris Packham took great care to hide from his fans whenever he went about his everyday business. I, however, could see through his devious disguise of a toy dark blue policeman’s helmet and fake beer belly. I chased him along … Continue reading

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Triple dating with James Corden (Belle)

I had no idea why current boyfriend (TM) had invited former boyfriend (JHI) out on a date with us. Everything was made more awkward by the addition of James Corden to our little group. Then JHI was kidnapped outside of … Continue reading

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Eminem and me (Belle)

I could either put the dishes away and go to bed or take a walk in the night-time industrial wastelands of 1980s London. I chose the walk and bumped into Eminem. We knew each other vaguely and we linked arms … Continue reading

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When breasts head south (Rousse)

I hadn’t expected to bump into London-based SW in the Outer Hebrides. Yet here she was, as large as life, all aglow in a bright orange, and very clingy, T shirt dress, lounging lazily on the seat of a bus … Continue reading

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