I’m in a state of shock. I just went up to the garage to buy a pint of milk, as you do, and the shop assistant, a woman in her 50s, looked at me longer than is normal for your average shopping transaction scenario. I thought, she either fancies me or I’ve got a bogie/spot/misplaced hair. Then she came out with it, ‘Oooh, you look like Celine Dion’. Celine bloody Dion, that Swiss/Canadian/thinlipped, ex-Eurovision, Titanic theme tune warbling chanteuse? Thanks a bunch. Still, it’s not quite as bad as being likened to Margot Leadbetter from the Good Life which I have been, on more than one occasion. God help me!
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You should have ventured down the road to be greeted by the busy but friendly gang in Arkwrights. We wouldn’t have insulted you and made you feel in any way uncomfortable. You would have had more of a hike back up the hill, but I thought you liked walking! I have. however been likened to Margot’s comedy partner, Felicity Kendall, (her stage name escapes me) due to the simple and earthy way I live! I have been known to wear dungarees and lust over keeping a goat. See you soon for pizza and / or milk! X
I think you mean Barbara Good, wife of Tom. I will have to examine your bottom next time I see you. Her pert derrier was rather famous in those days, I seem to remember.