Did I mention that the way to my heart is through my stomach? And did I also mention that I have an obsession with expensive bags and ridiculous Japanese nonsensical dust collecting rubbish?

Yes, I probably have said it some time or another, by the countless.

Just feed me. If you do not want to wine and dine me, which mainly consist of visiting all the fast food chains in the world and all those niche ones like er Botak Jones, you can always buy me a Domokun.

The current monster of choice, taking over the Mushroom from Super Mario of last year. Both in the furry and not so furry version as shown below, supposedly the original ones from NHK, straight from the boat from Japan.

What do you call them? Big and small? Giant and dwarf? I have to ask George, he is more acquainted with them at the moment.

(Gracie got me a tiny one, that hangs from a key chain)

Or if you want to buy me, I am a bargain. I do not care for carats and clarity or whatever. I like costume jewellery, granted, they cost still a pretty penny. Miss Marc anyone? But say hello to my latest friend, Lambchop, who will join Bambi in my growing stable of shameless awful ‘IT’ bags. Lambchop is a deep Burgundy and is seen flanked by friends George (Curious) and Domokun (Medium). She has recently undergone waterproofing and will emerge from her dustbag to say hello to the world and store angpaos.