Bit big these photos!?


Bochan Mor wrote: Aye, the village is awash with photos of Waterfoot if you know where to look. I caught ma faither using this one as a beer mat!






morenish wrote:when we landed an awfull nice man wi a huge gun asked what had happened and efter i explained he told me not to worry as it happens regular on flights from glasgow, an they are only interested in you if you've been to agricultural college in iraq or aifgan...afiga....afgin............... east o kildean mart.


morenish wrote:i made a bit of a fool of myself on the plane, naturally i fell asleep as the seats were identical to the wan on the tractor, but when i woke up i thought thats where i was and roard "get oot the road ya english ba***rds a've work to dae!"
the cabin staff thocht i wis cauld so they gave me a nice warm jacket to wear till we landed, it was white and had hellish long sleeves.
when we landed an awfull nice man wi a huge gun asked what had happened and efter i explained he told me not to worry as it happens regular on flights from glasgow, an they are only interested in you if you've been to agricultural college in iraq or aifgan...afiga....afgin............... east o kildean mart.
anyway it's good to see that things are toodling along as usual, the wife got the silage in while i was away but she had an accident while rushing to get the last park done and broke the handle on the fork!

morenish wrote:well well!
glad to hear (on here!) that trumpton hasny chinged while i wis away!
still the same old nonsense thank the good lord!


morenish wrote:i made a bit of a fool of myself on the plane, naturally i fell asleep as the seats were identical to the wan on the tractor, but when i woke up i thought thats where i was and roard "get oot the road ya english ba***rds a've work to dae!"

Sanyanya wrote:morenish wrote:i made a bit of a fool of myself on the plane, naturally i fell asleep as the seats were identical to the wan on the tractor, but when i woke up i thought thats where i was and roard "get oot the road ya english ba***rds a've work to dae!"
I think that it would be safe to assume that you were dreaming. By all accounts, including most importantly your own, it has been some considerable time since you broke more than a bead of sweat or swung a 10lb hammer in earnest. It seems that not only does Mrs Morenish have to wear the trousers, she also has to grind the corn, take in the silage, service the tractor, probably milk the cows and shear the sheep. (Not withstanding further domestic duties)
Even if you would gently stoop to thin a turnip or pick a whelk, it would at least add something, however small to the Gross Domestic Product.
At least the 'Polliwilline Road Runner' is willing to rise early every morning, come rain, hail or shine, and fill out a few grant applications, throw a couple of round bales to the sheep before trotting off to the Argyll arms.

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