Typo of the week? Well, when one of her gal-pals announced she was getting hitched, it was Hester who decided to arrange a wedding shower.

The champagne flowed as smoothly as the gossip until the moment Hester wheeled out a celebratory cake to mark her friend’s upcoming nuptials.

It wasn’t until your hostess with the mostest looked down at the gorgeous gateaux that she realised why the chatter had come to an abrupt halt. In beautifully written frosting across the top was the message: “Congratulations, you’re getting married”.

Unfortunately, a vital letter was omitted from the last word, making it read “marred”<$>.

Was the bakery that delivered the imperfect confection trying to tell Hester something?It would appear that Transport Minister Ewart Brown’s <$>recent shenanigans at the airport might just be brushing off on other members of the Government.

For those of you who didn’t catch last Friday’s Mid-O, the good doctor allegedly tried to brush his way past airport security with a group of friends, saying that he had ‘an understanding’ with the Commish.

Hester has learned of a similar incident which took place just yesterday at Washington’s Baltimore Washington International Airport involving Sen. David Burch<$>.

No doubt Madam Premier <$>and the Colonel were thrilled with the way they were feted by Washington’s political elite during Tuesday’s signing of an new agreement with the US giving the baselands back to Bermuda.

Unfortunately, Sen. Burch was brought swiftly back down to earth with a bump during yesterday’s flight back to our shores.

Waiting in the departure lounge, Sen. Burch was one of a handful of randomly selected passengers picked out by Customs officers to undergo a “more detailed” search of his person.

One would have thought that the extremely tactile former military man would have understood the need for greater security.

Alas, complain he did, in the loudest ‘don’t you know who I am’ manner, all to no avail.

Hester’s spies inform her that new Governor Sir John Vereker was also selected and went without a whisper. Now that’s how a real gentleman behaves. Perhaps our own Customs officers are not being as thorough with their job as they could be. When Hester’s friend arrived on the Island this week, he was stopped at the airport by Customs officials, no doubt because he had listed a residential address on his arrival form.

The Customs officer opened his suitcase, presumably to search for illicit cargo he thought might be destined for Hester. But when he saw a pair of Prada shoes, which retail for about $300 a pair, at the top of the suitcase, he told the weary traveller that he had good taste, closed the suitcase and sent him on his way. Obviously Customs officers are a) paid too much and b) think people who can afford expensive shoes cannot afford drugs as well.Hester hates to make fun of her sisters but it appears some of us girls can be prone to making the odd verbal slip.

Not being a soccer fan herself, Hester has strayed away from any bar-room chat concerning the World Cup. Unfortunately a lack of knowledge hasn’t prevented some of Hester’s female friends from making the odd gaff.

Referring to England pin-up boy Rio Ferdinand, who apparently plays his club football with Leeds United, one gal pal recently came out with: “He’s a brilliant player, he’s going to be sold to Manchester United for $35 million. But I don’t think he’ll go though, England are a far better team.”And when it comes to motorbikes it seems we girls fare no better. Discussing the dangers of racing two wheelers at speed another friend chirped in with: “My cousin was involved in a motorbike accident and had to have part of his leg amputated. Now one leg’s shorter than the other.” One of The Royal Gazette’<$>s night reporters was pleased when a gentleman paid a visit this week and earnestly asked for some old newspapers. Sensing the man was keen to catch up on a backlog of journalistic treasures the hack inquired what he wanted them for but was quickly deflated by the reply.

“I have a puppy and I am just training him at the moment. I need to put down a lot of newspapers on the floor.” Hester suggests the caller pay a visit to our rivals in Victoria Street who put out a product more suitable for that sort of thing.