and my keyring sure does look bare without it! :DD

In 2002, at the conclusion of her hen weekend in Edinburgh, my mate Boglet bought all of those present a 'hairy haggis' keyring. I've had it ever since but, alas, it detached itself (appropriately enough, in a pub car park) this weekend.

If you asked me what was so fantastic about that weekend now, I'd be hard put to explain it all (except that we drank a LOT of Flaming Sambucca and smoked a LOT of fags).

At the start of the weekend we each had to draw, at random, two 'challenges' from a bag. We had all contributed some challenges to the bag, so no-one knew exactly what they were going to get. Photographic evidence had to be collected to document the achievement of each challenge.

I got 'Drive a bus' (I did get as far as sitting in the driver's seat, and the girls decided that counted) and 'Hug a traffic warden'.

Walking up an Edinburgh street on the second day of our weekend, the girls suddenly became very excited and starting gesturing across the road and whispering "Sixy! Sixy! Traffic warden!" and whipping out their cameras at the ready.

This resulted in one of my favourite photos of all time:
Traffic warden2

I know you'll want to know, so I can now exclusively reveal that the conversation ran thus:

Sixy: Excuse me - have you got the time please?
Traffic warden: Yes - it's ten past twelve.
Sixy: Oh - THANK YOU!!!!
*embraces astonished Traffic Warden with ardent enthusiasm, and then walks off*

:))

Bye bye, hairy haggis...