Can you actually believe it? We got some sunshine! If you're like me you'll have been bitching and moaning about the fact we were still being made to wear our winter coats and hats in June.

 

Honestly, if that sunshine hadn't shown its face this week, I was close to emigrating. We really don't ask for much in the weather department us Scots. We are hardy. Four seasons in one day - aye, nae bother, we can deal with it. All that's needed is a wee lick of sunshine to keep our serotonin levels above the bare minimum and a day or two in a beer garden and we are generally satisfied.

River City is now on summer hiatus which means I'm off and was lucky enough to soak up the two glorious days we had - It may well be all we get. Being off and still having my best pal Natalie still home from Australia on an extended holiday, it's fair to say I've been a big dirty boozehound of late.

Long before the glorious sunshine we were battering the bevvy like a right couple of jakes and had sworn off it for a few days - we had even agreed to fake a sickie to the next few social engagements we had lined up. We needed to dry out.

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So, in light of that, of course I get a last minute e-mail inviting me to come and try out the worlds most intimate martini bar, courtesy of Grey Goose UK. There I was, thrashing about my bed in a heap. You can't say no to Grey Goose, especially when they are sending a car to collect us. I forwarded the e-mail to Natalie and asked her to face time me once she'd read it. I kid you not, that lassie popped up on my screen an inch away from genuine tears. Talk about Sophie's Choice! (Google it if you don't get the reference). We had to go, but she too was in her bed thrashing about and hating every aspect of life. Decision made. I was a wing wumman down, not even Grey Goose could save oor Natalie. It wasn't too tricky to convince my good pal Holly Jack (yer wan aff River City and now Waterloo Road) to step into Natalie's kitten heels. Ironically, Holly messaged me earlier that day to ask if I fancied joining her for an evening yoga class.  The sunshine and offer of free vodka had my wee health guru thoroughly corrupted and off we trotted.

As part of the Grey Goose UK "Fly Beyond" summer campaign guests were invited to try out their camionette for a one to one consultation, located inside an artisan french bakery delivery van. There was only room for Myself, Holly and a bartender. It was pretty surreal to begin with, you're literally in the back of a wee van surrounded by vodka. As you'd expect with Grey Goose, it was sheer class. We got a tutorial in martini making, specified to our own tastes. To say Holly and I were a bit squiffy afterwards would be putting it mildly. We got a few rounds in and the new pear infused vodka was by far our favourite. We were kicking our height! Thank you Grey Goose UK - you sure know how to treat a gal.

If this is how summer has begun, then keep it coming. I got to sit in my parents back garden and belt through my weeks load of washings, is there anything better than hanging your bedding out on the line? From Grey Goose to my clean pants...What a varied life I lead, eh?

The Grey Goose Boulangerie François Terrace will be in Edinburgh at Harvey Nichols Fourth Floor Terrace from June 11 to September 6.

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This has been a big week for the birthday girls. My fabulous pal Edward Reid, he of BGT nursery rhyme fame, celebrated his 40th with a surprise bash at 29 Private Members Club. Edward is a fantastic entertainer and I've been lucky enough to work with him on many occasions. Happy birthday ya auld boot!

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Another momentous birthday was Miss Molly Strachan, who turned 1 at the weekend. Molly's maw, Pamela Byrne and I go way back - she played Robbie's best pal Hayley on River City and we are as close in real life too. I had an amazing time stuffing my face at her Mad Hatters Tea Party. Pamela and Scott are amazing parents and Molly is a total joy. Great day with great pals! Love to you all.

 

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