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Starring in a litter tray near you by the end of the week... but currently appearing on pg 6 of the WM section of the 'Western Mail' (not to be confused with pg 6 of the 'Country and Farming' section which features a very cute Bichon Frise Cross Pug) is, er, me. I'm in very good celebrity company today as Charlotte and Gavin are on the cover, except that they also made it to 'Hello!' and I didn't. Well, not this week anyway.

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Rachel Green said…
Hoot! Well done you!
Wish we could see a picture.

Love the sound of the Bichon Frise Cross Pug, must be cute.
Chris Stovell said…
Sorry, no link yet. They'll put one up occasionally so if it appears, I'll post it. Thanks for your interest all.
Chris Stovell said…
And, Debs, that dog is very cute!
Pondside said…
You look gorgeous in the picture and sound as 'with it' as all-get-out. Way to go!
sheepish said…
Sounds impressive but without a link am unlikely to come across a copy of said paper in or out of litter bin!!!! Well done anyway.
Flowerpot said…
What is your moment of stardom about Chris?!
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks to Rosie at http://underthevirginiacreeper.blogspot.com/ who scanned the article in, I can show you what it looked like.
Maria said…
Well once or twice the 'Times of India' (Lucknow edition) interviewed (and photographed) me for features. It could not go to my head 'though, it was strictly 'rent-a-comment', with no rent in sight. The first time was for a feature on 'firangi' (foreign) wives and the second was when Sonia Gandhi won the elections and they wanted to know did I think that a foreign wife could feel like a true Indian. I just played it diplomatic and said that she was really young when she got married so it could very well be true for her, but as I was over 30 when I tied the knot with my Indian man I was more of a 'compound', a mix of local and Irish. They also wanted a photo of me wearing my suhaag symbols, you know, bindi on forehead and glass bangles and gunghat (veil). Yash actually read that paper all the way home on the train and never recognised his own wife! Anyway, Chris I'm sure the feature was lovely. It's a nice bit of excitement, isn't it?
Calico Kate said…
How can a 'Bichon Frise Cross Pug' possibly be CUTE???
Your picture however....??!
CKx

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