Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Oopsa Daisy - Fanny's Fashion Faux Pas

My little corner of Buckinghamshire has been hit by snow blizzards and temperatures so cold we had to chisel my little poodle, Mr P, off a lamp-post during his early morning walkies.

I had important meetings yesterday with my bank manager, lawyer and accountant, so I dressed in my best pin-stripe suit, ready to be chauffeured into town.  Do you like my outfit?  I'd opted for the primly sedate look, rather than the 'playgirl' look that most fans know me by.

As I was applying my electric-crimson mascara, I started to feel the sting of chapped lips, due to the bitter weather.  In order to protect Fanny's lips - in the short walk between the door of my mansion and the limousine - I decided to give them some much-needed protection; after all, there's nothing more painful than cracked, chapped lipsSo I waltzed upstairs to my West Wing bathroom and swung open the medicine cabinet to reach for the lip balm.
 I don't know who the Hell was responsible for replenishing my medicine cabinet, but this was the last thing I expected to find in it --- Marmite-flavoured lip balm, what an abomination!   Normally, I use the Regular flavour of Salveline, which, as you will see, was personally endorsed by none other than moi, and contains soothing Mongolian iguana fat:

I was in such a hurry I couldn't be bothered hunting around so I smeared a good greasy dollop (about the size of an apple) of Marmite-flavoured lip balm all over my Marilyn Monroe-shaped pouting lips and noisily sucked them into the shape of a rose-bud to ensure a liberal application.  Juan was honking the car's horn outside.  I sharn't be licking my lips for a good few hours and I'm restricted to air-kissing.  C'est la vie!  Did I tell you that I had both my lips insured in case of accident to the sum of £50 million?

Just as I was heading for the door, I caught a glimpse of one of my freshly baked cakes, smothered in several jars of hundreds-and-thousands and couldn't resist taking a gigantic bite out of it.  

And off I set.

Upon arriving at my lawyer's, I couldn't understand the sniggers from the receptionist or the bemused look on my lawyer's face.  Throughout the hour-long meeting, he failed to reveal the source of his amusement.  This incensed me, especially as I was about to sign a multi-million pound deal.  As I left his office, disgusted, I heard debauched, hysterical laughter coming from the back office, sounding like the whole office.

It was only when I got back into the car that I took a look in my compact mirror, and realised the source of their amusement, with a tiny, whimper of shocked disbelief:


  1. NSFW caution...

    Did someone mention CAKE?

    1. Oh my MJ, that link goes through to a site that could well be viewed as abusive to cakes.

  2. Ernest Honeyball, from Worcestershire13 March 2013 at 01:44

    I love to be salved and coated in thick greasy lube! It really is a glorious English past-time

    1. Really, Ernest? I've told you before, you need urgent psychiatric help! Fx

  3. nice one sugar lips xxxxx

  4. Replies
    1. Hello designing wally,

      thanks for your comment and welcome to the blog. Please stay a while and post whatever takes your fancy.

      As for the licking of my lips... well, Marmite-flavoured lip-balm was the most abhorrent thing I've ever put on my body. Never again.

      Do you use lip balm?

      Fanny x