Carradale

[bubbly jock]

I'm scraping aboot here with my knitted hat ower my beautiful comb. It's nippy the day. I was thinking about your post mentioning maggie. Would that be the same maggie that got her roof sorted in the eighties and puts her boy oot for the lobsters. She makes a good cup of tea if it's who I'm thinking of.

If i'm wrang I apologise. Just trying to get a wee handle on you. Know what I mean

Hope we can remain friends grovel grovel

[The Scouder]

May you always stay wet

Bubbly[/quote]

I've no option I'm afraid.

I took it upon myself to see if there was any references to the legendary Wet Man of Muasdale or Muscadale as Neil Munro would have it, on the web. Amazingly he appears to be studied in Scottish Schools now as part of the short-story section of Higher Still English. Surely only a matter of time before Holywood picks up on the tragic story of Kintyre's greatest non-conformist and his desparately shrivelled end. My money's on De Niro to play him with maybe Meryl Streep as his poor, put-upon wife.

Might even get a part as an extra myself, although they'll probably Americanize it and use a well-toned Portuguese Men-o'- War for the rock pool scenes.

[Thewetman]

Oh bubbly Jock, I despair with you, your at it again, who'd ever heard of a a burdy that uses computers. What’s wrong with you all.
The story of Maggie's proud fowl was a real event, and in the 80's I think the poor woman passed on. I'll mention her no more except to say, manys a drover or fisher were please to bibe in the hospitality of that fine Kintyre lady.
Mark my words Bubbly, No good will ever come of fawning membership of another species, but if you must persist here’s a tip - nip your cheek before you start and remember the milk of human kindness; please and thank you, the flush of colour to a young girls face, the frailties of the condition - so as to keep a finger tip to reality.
As for your tidal friend, sting first questions later, wet people don't speak of them.
I saw a Brochan once in Lochgilphead but I was there to dry out.

TWM

[bubbly jock]

"nip your cheek before you start and remember the milk of human kindness; please and thank you, the flush of colour to a young girls face, the frailties of the condition"

If I knew what that drivel meant I would answer it but I don't so I won't and that is all I am saying about that.

As surrealism isn't your forte why are blethering on about seing bochans.
and I don't like wet men (drip drip) despairing of me. I am a happy guy and enjoying my wee tete a tete with the folks on the east side. If it all upsets you, do what I do with the football yarns, pretend they don't exist!!
or better still join in with a happy face Theres three for you to be getting on with. Lighten up

Bubbly

[bubbly jock]

I meant to say to you jack. A wee trip to the gym for those wee love handles.

[Thewetman]

It just means, when your a burdy cock-a-doodle-don't forget to be human too.

[Thewetman]

going back to the thread, what ever became of yon Shorie? now theres a man who knew surrealisim

[morenish]

i thought everyone new maggie in muadale if im on the right tack,she was a must stop for all my thirsty relations at one time

[morenish]

can i congratulate our EKCC members here in the dale who seem to be getting involved in all sorts of projects that needed addressing, all power to your voices ,keep it up!

[Bochan Mor]

That's it, were all doomed! We've been hacked into by EDEON, whoever he is. Hands up, it wasnae me. This looks worse than anything a bochan would throw at ye.

Damn droll, its all happened on the day that 'Jeckets' registered his interest in slander. Bubbly Jock and Morenish have nothing on this apparition. Its time to head for the hills boys, but mind the hiedless horseman. I think he's maybe already visited this poor soul pictured above.

Maybe Bubbly has finally gone too far and upset EDEON. What puzzles me though, is how the devil does Edeon understand what's going on here in the first place!

Maybe someone has unwittingly conjured up this demon. We can only hope that Davie P can vanquish him and send him back into Cyber Space forthwith.

Come back Sanyanya, all is forgiven!

[bubbly jock]

Aw Naw, naw naw Bochan mor your naw blaming me for that wummen in the goonie.

Nothing to do with me I didn't conjure her up but with that set of wings she better not go near the owl centre or she'll find herself being gawped at through the bars.

Hoots heppnin Davie should we be afraid or what.

bubbly

[bubbly jock]

Bochan mor

Isn't it satisfying to see someone on with the same interest as ourselves.

How ye doin jeckets are you any relation of westcotts?

bubbly

[morenish]

looks like a record cover for some obscure band that maybe some carradale folk would have in their collection, wan nobody elses heard o

[The Scouder]

The best ever was Shore in the Sound Centre asking the poor wummin for a copy of "Chocolate Soup for Diabetics" by The Electric Toilet.

[The Scouder]

She's still there, frozen in time like one of the chaste maidens who used to get their shooders tapped by certain lotharios at the Village Hall in the 1950s and asked the immortal question "Are ye gaun oot?" to the tune of an accordion and a not unpleasant aroma of cow s*** and bermaline flour!