Phew! That was a busy weekend, spent accompanying the good folk at Peter Vardy to the Scottish Motorshow at Knockhill. Despite the traditional Scottish weather of gale force winds and showers, I think it’s fair to say that the show was a great success. There were lots of attractive makes and models on show (apart from me) but my favourite models were easily the Miss Scotland finalists who came by to say hello! I even got a photo with my favourite—Layla Ferguson—we share the same hair colour after all.

I got to see all types of cars from Formula 1 cars to concept cars and there was even a couple of stunt aeroplanes working their magic. I even saw Mr T at the show. He seems to have traded in his A Team van for something a bit different these days. Guess those Snickers adverts don’t pay as well as you think!

There were a few scares, however: apart from the rain and gusts ruining my perfectly groomed mane, the burger van briefly running out of burgers was an especially alarming moment. For a split second, my paranoia got the better of me and I swore I could feel the crowds’ hungry eyes upon my beefy exterior. Then a wave of calmness washed over: they wouldn’t eat the star of the show, now, would they?