Can't Help Myself

Have just about recovered from Pottermania. I was back working in the same area today and bagged another famous name, almost. Clang! What was that? It must have been me dropping another name. This time it's Ian Rankin. Him of Inspector Rebus fame, OBE etc . I enjoyed that so much I am going to do it again. Ian Rankin. I feel quite light headed despite having only just started to hit the sherry. Unfortunately said author was not in. How do these people manage to get any writing done when they are hardly ever at home? I have tomorrow off so this girl is going out to do some shopping. I so need a new pair of shoes for my work. The ones my employer provide are rubbish so I prefer to spend my own money so I get something that is comfortable and stylish. On Wednesday I am out at Damhead so I am really wishing there will be some drama which I can report to you. Here's hoping.

Need Your Help

Now I have a global audience, I hope, there is a wrong I can possibly right. I am a great fan of sexymsp.com, which rates members of the Scottish parliament by their sexual attractiveness. I recently had a campaign to get the lovely Siobhan Mathers in to the top ten and she is currently at No. 9. My latest desire (it seems to be the way the wind has been blowing lately) is to get the gorgeous Nicola Sturgeon (deputy leader ot the SNP) in to the top ten. Go to the site and click on Find My Constituency. Scroll down to Glasgow Govan (Rab C Nesbit country) and you will find the lovely Nicola looking uber sexy in a gold top. Give her a vote of ten, and if we all pull together she is destined for mega stardom.

How did I Miss This One

With all the excitement about JK I nearly forgot about this one. If you are a Blue Peter fan you might remember Romana D'Annunzio who was a presenter from 1996 to 1998. She is of the same era as the scrumptious Tim Vincent and the gorgeous Katie Hill and Konnie Huq. Gosh, for a kids programme they had some sexy presenters in those days. In amongst the Harry Potter books today I had a package for a Miss R D'Annunzio. She did come from Edinburgh. Name dropping is one of the few pleasures I have left. Please indulge me.

I was JK's Postie

So the big day has come. Millions of children world wide are waiting for the arrival of her latest book. And a lot of these are not so young. I have to say that I managed to deliver all the books I was given which gives me great pleasure. We got a thousand copies to deliver this morning in our office. There are about forty of us, so you do the math(s). I may be a wizened old crow but seeing the pleasure my delivering these books to people caused, gave me great pleasure. I will probably never have kids of my own, but they are our future and we should all respect that. I passed by JK's house a couple of times today. I had hoped to drop in for a cup of tea and a girly chat but it seems she was at the Natural History Museum in London at the time. That could explain the lack of response. I have had a few early morning meetings with her (delivering mail), and like anybody else, she scrubs up well given a chance. Not going to get the tallons out for a girl I respect. I did drop a letter in to her mailbox saying that these occasions are stressful to my health, at my age, and I would prefer if she didn't write any more Harry Potter books. I am confident she will respect my wishes.

I'ts All in the Name

One of the interesting things about my job is coming into contact with people who have unusual or amusing names. For example, Florence Torrance. She is a lovely old dear, and doesn't her name just trip off your tongue? Another one I like is Donald McDonald. So good they named him twice. I would have to deduct points for sheer lack of imagination though. My favourite is one that always sets me off giggling. I swear to you this is a real person. His name is Mr Peter Ness. You are probably asking yourself, what is the old bat on about? Has she been hitting the sherry too hard again? This isn't remotely funny. Let me explain. Some of his mail has his first name shortened to it's initial. It therefore reads " Mr P Ness". Gets me every time.

Building Up the Suspence

Saturday could be a big one for this blog. A certain woman is having a certain book published on this day. Unless you have been living in outer space for the last six months you will know what I am talking about. There is also a possibility I will meet the afore mentioned person on said day because I will be working in her area. Could be blogging gold, or could go totally tits up. Who knows. Isn't life an adventure? Damhead failed to deliver any excitement today, again, so I will spare you the details. Watch this space!

Hippocratic or Hypocrite

No space for flippancy on this one. This is serious. It's not about fundie-bashing, although I promise you will have your chance later JanieBelle. Today sees the start of the trial of Doctor Andrew Wakefield by his medical peers. This is not about whether his claims that the MMR (Measles, Mumps, Rubella) jab for children is linked to Autism, as he claims, but is simply about his methodology. He is being challenged about some of the dodgy practices he is alleged to have used. The most bizarre is that he paid children to give blood samples at his son's birthday party. I wonder if the word "ethics" means anything to him? Even if he comes out of this gleaming brighter than Snow White there is still a serious question to be answered. Has he endangered the lives of millions of children worldwide by his potentially flawed research? And as a codicil just for you JanieBelle, he is involved with the Good News Doctor Foundation in Florida, which is would you believe it, a Christian organisation.