Published Date:
06 May 2009
WHEN my palms began to sweat and my bones started to ache, I self-diagnosed that I had either contracted swine flu or had drunk a bad pint of Furstenberg. If it were the former, I faced the awful prospect of being quarantined at home for a few weeks (on full pay) and enduring an anxious wait to discover exactly how much my media representative, Max Clifford, had screwed out of the tabloids for my "don't kiss but tell" story.
Perhaps H1N1 had been unwittingly transmitted to me by a Mexican tourist when I had enjoyed a cappuccino at the Dancing Midge Café in Millport. True, the bloke sipping his latte at the next table hadn't been wearing a sombrero, but he certainly sport...
The full article contains 671 words and appears in The Scotsman newspaper.
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Last Updated:
05 May 2009 6:44 PM
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Source:
The Scotsman
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Location:
Edinburgh
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