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OK here we go. Picture the scene. Edinburgh church, Carol service for Queenie's school. There's me, my best beloved, my mother and my cousin (who queenie refers to as Auntie) all there for the school carol concert. Usually a lovely service, (yes there's even a madrigal or two) When in the row in front of us walks these two (bottle) blondes, kilts up to their hurdies,
bright orange, and caked in make up so think you could scrape it off! (they were also late) Couldn't believe what we were seeing, I think we were in shock! When you think of what we spent on her education and this was how some girls were allowed to dress......well. Then it got the nickname...
St. Slags