Amy Gould
Five Honey contests held. Five English belles crowned. But, maybe, just maybe, this year, the Sassenach hegemony will end. For an army is swelling north of the border. An army whose cavalry is commanded by a “horse-loving country bumpkin” (read: she lives on a farm, has a rock-hard backside and owns whips). Meet Amy Gould. “C’mon the Scots,” she giggles. “Leon won X-Factor, Gordon Brown is Prime Minister. It’s time for a Scottish Honey.”