After kissing they started dancing!

People were so jubilant to see this new face of the armed forces, who can blame them. Maybe the world is really shifting.

Ps you got first wind of it here on my blog.

Gosh this snogging is contagious

Banksy US fans started kissing and cuddling in the middle of the show in sympathy of the police coming out! Cool!

I wish someone would have grabbed me but nothing.

The new police are super friendly and have a smily face and wings.

The coppers are our friends , nothing to fear anymore.

Banksy was so nice taking up valuable wall space showing us a much sweeter side of the police force. Who knew! They really should send him a thank you note at the very least. Or put him in charge of their PR.

Oh me oh my, bobbies kissing

Well after HRH took off to Vac A and I took charge by punishing the looters with some compulsory SP blog reading,one critique per post required, it seems like everybody just got inspired, even the coppers who were supervising the reading groups and probably had a sneaky wee read themselves, and one and all decided to go a bit wild and let their true selves out in celebration of self expression.

Check this out - Banksy the famous UK street artist new piece shows two coppers having a snog in his new show in a disused factory space in Southampton.

Oh,la la!

Now the coppers are generally closed type of folks and this new flamboyant display of their sensuality was quite shocking to many of us as we expect the bobbies to be hitting us with their truncheons rather than kidding. Maybe all the looting was quite exciting a bit of action at last and that prompted the snog.

Or they started reading my blog and felt so bad about my single state and lack of ability to find the Skelly's Leader's Lair, that they started kissing to cheer themselves up.

Or maybe they were bored when the looting stopped and they had to go back to the humdrum catching people for speeding or rescuing cats from trees or whatever they do all day to keep themselves busy.

Banksy caught them at it and now you can see in the UK well things they are a'changing! Be free, do what you want! Don't get in our way. We will snog if we want leave us in peace.

I like this new sexy spirit which considering all the possible reasons was most probably inspired by my blog. Good job Banksy for catching it so fast and showing the closeted US folks what is really going on back at the ranch in the Smoochy UK.

Last week I was biking home from work when I saw this poster on 5th Avenue and 15th Street.

SOS - save our streets oh dear Princess. All is forgiven for being more popular than me.

Yes it was Wills and his bride, thingymig,( how soon we forget across the pond, Katherine I think) or was it HRH and her hubby, the animal disguise was so good, I was struggling to see who it was. Closer look, the kitten's hat was surely more Mumsy's style.

The Royal She who is the only one with higher status than moi, would never let her own LLS know she was asking for help from Little Old Me, but I know her well enough to read a sure sign by now.

They were making their fast getaway in a mini dressed as their pets hoping no one would notice they had no intention whatsoever of staying behind to clear up the mess in Croydon - or any other looting locations.

Naturally they wanted everything sorted out and back to normal by the time they got back from their Vac A as they call it here, so hence I was summoned. Nearly crashed my bike when I saw this.

Look you looters, you are giving the rest of us a bad name. Go home with your new iPads and google Scottish Princess , you will forget your grumbles and have a good laugh instead.
Community Service can be ten hours a day blog reading and helping me turn it into a movie. That should turn you all into law abiding citizens in no time. Disunited Kingdom today -laughing over a plate of steaming hot porridge tomorrow. There that was easy! Enjoy your Vac A , Mumsy, don't hesitate to reach out if there are any other problems back at the ranch.

This duck looks like a great new mode of transport

I love in Harry Potter the way they jump on dinosaurs and ferocious winged creatures and are sped to safety!

Hello Lucky Ducky, so sad all alone, let's fly away on an adventure together , what do do you say, I don't weigh much, well not a colossal amount. Would you like a little ricecake?

August 4th is Scottish Princess Day! It is my birthday today, hurrah.

This is me as a Bonny wee lassie in sunny Glasgow, even as a babe I insisted on designer cashmere. I never lowered the standards I am pleased to say.

As you can see even as a wee bairn I was alert and keeping a keen eye out for hostile invaders and the like. In those days the Skellys were safely underground and were simply plotting their evil takeover.

Tonight 55 loving and loyal subjects will descend on the SP pad to pay homage and deliver their expensive gifts. Any one coming empty-handed should return next year or do some quick gift shopping on their smart phone.

I wish I could say another year older another year wiser. But no amount of 5 Rhythm dancing seems to have knocked sense into me so I will guess I will stumble on or as Bob Dylan says, "Keep on keeping on."

My one prayer is for my prince to find me this year and for all my single friends the same.

So a night off from the Skellys unless they show up uninvited at the party.

Down with Batwings! She roared!

Wow this lass sure is a feisty one, just what we need to ramp up the stakes. Skellys beware, Jena is on it!

Looking for a Skelly Hunter, count me in lass.

Oh what great news! The New York Diva Jena La Flamme just came on board. She will go through the Skellys diet and get them off batwings and on a raw pure vegan diet! That will soon get them retreating underground forever , thanks Jena. You look super sexy too! This will encourage more folks to join us for sure!

Given my huge task of saving the world alone, I had better look sexy while I am at it.

To this end Wheylan Playa Couture designer created this Super SP garb!

Here I am modeling it at the pool at Pex Summer festival. Ok now I look the part, I am ready to start the hunt.

Here Skelly Welly, come to Mama.....

You will live forever

Another Skelly Art piece at the Hamptons Art Fair, this is what they say when they entice you to join their gang.

The smart retort is,"Who wants to live forever if life is simply preparing batwing souffles and washing grimy blankets. Keep eternity, Skellywag! har de har! You don't fool me!".

If you ever hear this don't be tempted, a forever lifetime of slavery is no fun, better to die young and free I say.

Another Skelly Fashionista

Only last night at Lyki Li summer stage central park concert, a fan was proudly parading this t-shirt.

No amount of coaxing would prevail her to burn it either. Ah well.

Why do I have to do everything myself?

This picture says it all. There is a whole world of smart, brilliant, brave people out there and yet it seems like only me is fighting the Skellys and I have to save the whole world single handedly when I would much rather be having a simple manicure.

Ok so Granny Glasgow knocked out two but that still leaves many thousands to go.

It seems everywhere I look people are wearing Skelly Logos and loving it, dopes!

I heard from a reliable source, one of my most loyal and loving subjects from Caledonia, that those that wear the Skelly Face logo are actually Skellys in disguise with human body masks. A hideous thought.

I will keep you posted. Returning to my investigations now.

Badly in need of help, all interested parties may apply here for the War of the Worlds 2, Battle of the Skellys.

At the Pex summer festival, another Skelly Fashionista

Stop smirking and thinking you look cool with the Skelly cartoon shirt. They own you now.

Of course, I was totally ignored as usual. Wow!The Skellys are capturing folks all over. Ok, it is a cool shirt but is it worth the risk , I don't think so. Do you?

I went to buy a CD in Times Square and I saw the Skellys had taken over the store with their trendy new label, Skullcandy.

The store was closed. Very sinister, where were all the nice employees that used to advise me what to buy. All gone! Possibly grilling batwings this very second, who knows, poor things. The music business now infiltrated, what next. We will all be forced to listen to their terrible heavy metal bone clanking, teeth chattering annoying music.

This is getting serious, folks.

At the osteopath's office, a wee Skelly, was standing unashamedly on the reception's desk, like he owned the place.

"What are you doing here,go back to your smelly lair where you belong. This is a doctor's office where people come to get better.They have no wish to be abducted and carried off to be slaves. Be off with you, Mini Skellywag."

"Mam, are you feeling ok, are you talking to me? You are 10 minutes late and Dr Dempsey hates to be kept waiting his schedule is so tight. I see you are admiring our new friend, Stuart Skelly,sweet how he greets everyone and helps us get all their particulars when they come in, helpful wee thing."

"What he takes people's names so dangerous. They could be abducted through the night. Put him in a cupboard and lock it shut."

"Oh Princess, what drivel you speak, leave our mascot alone , he calms all the patients nerves and we have agreed to let two of his compadres in to help him. Hurry , doctor is waiting."
As I went through to be twisted into shape, Stuart Skelly winked and leered. "Gotcha this time. Any change in address, by any chance? Har de har!"

"None of your business. Nice try,I will never tell you a thing! Huh!". I stormed off, whilst the receptionist turned to her colleague..."How rude that girl
is, New Yorker's snotty and superior attitudes never cease to amaze me, what did Stuart do to deserve that abuse. Poor Skelly was only doing his job, and doing it well I might add too! Stuart, hope she did not upset you. We think you are doing great and can't wait to meet your friends.This office will be so efficient soon thanks to you and your friends, we can go home early !"

Stuart gave that toothy Skelly grin but under his breath I am
sure I heard him
whisper except none of you will be going home. Har! Har!

Those poor folks, little do they know.. Ah well I tried.

Very worrying Skelly Fashionista's are appearing all over New York

Please can someone tell this fine, upstanding young man that once you wear the Skelly face logo , they own you forever and expect you to be their slave, dancing to their underground kitchens to prepare batwing delicacies.

"Young man, you may think you look cool but you are in grave danger. Please take the T-shirt off and throw it away or burn it even better." I warned the lad in my most serious Scottish accent.

"Not on your nelly, crazy lady with weird accent. I am the coolest kid in camp with this t-shirt and will wear it till mum ruins it in the laundry like she does to my other best shirts.

But I did see a Skeleton skulking around my bedroom last week , I thought it was one of my games coming to life. When I shooed it away it hid under the bed. I see more scary things on my Game Boy than that. Should I be worried, surely not?"

"Surely yes! Burn the shirt, tonight." But he did not seem
to believe me and ran away to join his pals. Another one gone, ah well, hopefully he will heed my warning.

As if Skellyfighting was not enough , a Flatiron bus stop had this cheery message scrawled over an ad.

Bin Laden is back.

I have hardly had time to miss him yet. Is this the Bin Laden resurrection? Can't he stay dead a bit longer like most law abiding decent citizens do? Another Rotter! Bin Laden do us all a favor and stay dead!

Ps Mr BL, if you are alive whatever you do , do not team up or do any JV's with the Skelly crowd. It is ten years since 9/11 and no one wants any repeat shows here. Plus I don't think batwing souffles are your thing so there is probably no point in wasting some perfectly good suicide bombers for the Skelly cause. Is it true your wife took a bullet for you? Is she back too?

If you have completed your resurrection then just keep it quiet if you can. People are worrying about Greece and Italy and you are last year's issue, let them worry about something new at least.

Your phone was tapped? Murdoch knew your hiding place all along and tipped Obama and it would all have been revealed in the News of The World if it had not been shut down. Well now I am telling everyone on this here blog, oh how the SP loves a good early scoop. Gosh on second thoughts, maybe I should keep my trap shut. Who will believe I knew he was back from
a poster on the Broadway and 20th Street bus stop? I hope I don't have to shut my blog down now, the LLS would run amok, tears in the streets, revolutionary vigils all night long , bring back the SP blog, all is forgiven. The ensuing chaos may tip us back into recession, we are teetering pretty close as it is. On closer look I think the poster simply says,Bin Laden is crap. Yes, that's it....well a few wee scribbles and that is what it will say soon. Ssshhhh , don't tell anyone or I will be arrested for vandalism . I will just say I am
Banksy's summer intern ( preparing for me lead role in Exit through the gift shop - The sequel .)

A Skelly Mug , leering away at me right there on the dance altar, surrounded by keys and sunflowers!

Had they taken over Tammy and turned her into a batwing frying, grimy blanket washing slave, poor thing, the first one to be felled.

You Skelly Rogue. What have you done to My dance teacher and what are all those keys for?
Ps. I am not fooled by the sunflower stint on the altar, we all know you are a total evil Skellywag.

Ah, do you like my sunflower chapeau Madame Princessa? Tammy picked it for me. We both thought it was rather alluring and yes she makes a damn fine batwing souffle if you must know. Har! Har! Har!

The Skelly knew he had me cornered by infiltrating my Sacred Space and was totally smug about his victory.

I will be telling Tammy the dance floor is to be Skelly Free , go back to your lair. Where is it by the way, I can escort you there myself in case you get lost. New York can be a scary place late night even for a Skelly. Are all these your front door keys you must have a big place or you are security phobic.

The Skelly was no dope,"Don't think you can trick me that easy to taking you to our secret hideaway. Nice try,next time be more creative than flat asking for it. These keys , my sweet Scottish Angel are the keys to all those who have surrendered their homes and joined our Skelly Revolution Movement. About 30 of the dancers in this room are already mine! Har, de har! Little do they know they will soon be my slaves and where I come from the only dancing allowed is to the kitchen where they can dance whilst concocting gourmet batwing dishes. Tammy is trying hard and her souffle was pretty good. Tonight she is preparing Batwing Gazpacho to cool me down after the class, so thoughtful!

He went back to looking at the dancers , he looked like a dish himself with his sunflower hat decoration. Did Tammy know the grave danger she was in. Oh Woe is me!

It may come as no surprise that the whole Skelly thing is getting old

Especially as no one ever found the Leader's Lair, although Glasgow Granny came darned close.

One does what one can to escape the Skellys and relax. For me dancing the Five Rhythms at the Joffrey Ballet is a great time to shake it loose and jump around and dance away the cotton wool stuffing that takes up most of the space in my brain.

This week before I entered the sacred space my thought as I submerged myself in movement and dance meditation was "Phew, at least the dance class is a Skelly free domain. Thank goodness for Tammy's class."

I hopped, skipped and leaped over to the weekly alter and would you believe what was awaiting me? No money prizes for this one folks.