Headhuntress Of Hampshire: Guildhall Portsmouth

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Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Your Opinion Please!

Here is a poster put together for some A boards. I am just wondering if the swirls between the words look like "&" signs. What do you think?

The general consensus was that the swirls were not looking too great. So here is the finished A board sign:

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What makes a Headhuntress?

Mutton dressed as spam.

Lone parent to three unique children, the talented twenty year old Zoe, the beautiful seventeen year old James who has ASD & ADHD and the most sorted little seven year old you could ever meet - Dylan (AKA Dizzy!).

Life was pretty much in the fast lane, until early 2015 when I was struck by an unknown neurological disorder that is highly affected by stress, leaving me wheelchair bound for six months. Even though life has had to slow down, I'm left with even more love and excitement for everything I do.

Passionate about fashion, equality, the paleoautoimmune protocol diet, fitness and travel.

Half head-hunter, vintage market owner, blogger & aspiring novelist. They say 'black don't crack' - neither does slightly yellowing.

Half Bidayuh, half British.

Headhuntress by ethnicity and background, nothing to do with recruitment.

So who are the Bidayuh? Bidayuh are one of the indigenous tribes of the rainforest in Sarawak, Borneo, the only place where orangutans live. The tribe were head-hunters not so long ago.

And who are the British? British people are a part of Europe but like to be apart from Europe, Great Britain, the only place where Mancunians are supposed to live. They wore bowler hats not so long ago.

Two very different cultures. Half this, half that. Half a spoon of tupenny rice and half a pound of treacle. Half foreign, half local. Half a lager, half cut. Sometimes half arsed but mostly a half wit.

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Your Opinion Please!

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