I was walking through a shopping centre/mall in Dundee today when a young, extremely attractive, olive-skinned lady jumped out and asked me if I was married. "Not at all", I said. "Never have been and she's not called Mary". It turned out she was trying to sell me some nail-polishing stuff and insisted on demonstrating its qualities on the index finger of my left hand. So there I stood, getting my fingernail buffed in the middle of a shopping mall, surrounded by a crowd of curious onlookers. I have to admit my cuticle was shining like a diamond but that's not the point. "How much is this stuff?" I asked. " A thousand pounds" she breathed in my ear "but that includes me." (This is absolutely true). I absolutely exploded with laughter at this point!
Anyway, every single member of my family is getting a nail-polishing kit for Christmas this year.