Today, I put on this eclectic, vintage ball-gown and flew in a Cessna across the sea to the Isle of Harris, within the Outer Hebrides.
My first port of call was this wild beach, called Seilebost. It looks like the Caribbean. White sand that squeaks when you walk on it. Wow-factor views of purple mountains. Pods of dolphins jumping just offshore.
Do you like the dining room of the hotel I'm staying at?
I've also received more poison spat from the forked tongue of Lady Vagina, this time accusing me of being a charlatan. Interestingly, she claims to have been a 90s glamour model. What piffle!
Sour and pointless, the only claim to fame Lady V has is that the term bridezilla (a British colloquial term for a fat, moody, difficult bride) was coined after she appeared on national TV.
Here is a recent picture of Lady Vagina, so you can make up your own mind:
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
No it's yesteryear catwalk model,
Lady Vagina, sporting a Chantilly lace veil.