charlie

No. Nope. Keep guessing. Nah. Don;t be daft!

Give up?

Only the FUTURE KING OF ENGLAND. That's right. Bonnie Prince Charlie. Oh yeah. How cool am I?

Not very. I spent most of the time shadowing him like a desparate puppy, slopping up his leftovers... Not allowed to actually talk to the venerated royal, I was left talking to those he had just talked to, which included lots of gushy locals whose babies or pets he had just touched. They're always the most articulate...not.

The prince was in the area visiting two of our more exotic venues - a shipyard and a garage. He looking not so fabulous, in mismatched green tartan. His kilt was okay, a nice subdued green pattern. But his jacket was a putrid green with light yellow checkering, and he was wearing a hideous bright yellow and blue diagonally striped tie. His socks were like I've never seen before - bright green with weird blue bits at the fold over. Hmmm.

I must say, I looked stunning by comparison, even in my bright blue hard hat and safety goggles.

So stunning, in fact, that I got invited out for drinks by a yummy young agency reporter. I shit you not!

I don't know how I'll get through the rest of my week after so much excitement! Hmmm.