It’s there! In the Sun! On page 30! Next to a photo of a dog in a bullet-proof vest!

Life is a little surreal sometimes.

(photo to follow)

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   At 11:31 am Michelle Styles said:

   YES!!!!!!

   You rock!!!!

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   At 3:55 pm Lynette Rees said:

   Great! I’ve sent hubby out to get a copy. You must be over the moon, Julie. Fancy getting a mention in the Sun without having to flash your boobs!

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   At 7:02 pm Grace Tyler said:

   >You must be over the moon, Julie. Fancy getting a mention in the Sun without having to flash your boobs!

   Very funny, Lynette! Glad it went off as expected.

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   At 8:10 pm Phillipa said:

   yay. I’ve got a copy…love that sppoky SWFW purple tint and the LBD logo. If even 0.1% of Sun readers got a copy, that’s an extra 3,000 copies. I am off to Asda tomorrow to collect one for my mum!

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   At 12:00 pm Jude said:

   Yey for The Sun! All it needs is David Tennant as page seven fella and life would be puurfect.
   Julie…I have a suspicion you’ve been inventing videos on You Tube to satisfy your raging needs for David the man himself. See my blog for evidence (evil cackle designed to intrigue…hehehe) jx

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   At 2:15 pm Lynne said:

   Brilliant Julie! I see it! What fab publicity!!! I’m glad it all worked out in the end. Lynne.

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   At 7:54 am Julie said:

   OMG how lovely is David Tennant?!!?

   Lynette, to quote the heroine of Spirit Willing, Rosie Fox: “No amount of money or publicity is worth showing my nipples to the nation.”

   Though quite honestly since my baby’s been born I’ve been flashing my boobs around so much I might as well take some cash for doing so, if anyone would pay it…

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   At 2:57 am Grace Tyler said:

   I relate to the last statement. Though I’m on my third long-term nursing stint, so the nipples aren’t as attractive as they probably were at one time.

   This child is 19 months old, and I am ready! However, she is not, and her piteous cries of “Please!” rend my heart.

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