by Right Pongal » Sun Mar 19, 2006 11:26 am
Aye Sanyanya,
The Spring was aye the time of year that the pests of the west would make their entrance for the coming season. Mudges, scalders, bluebottles, Glesga Keilties, Irish antique dealers, old men wae nobbly knees in shorts & open-toed sandals (Despite the sleet) and 'Onion Johnnies'.
And there we go wae the auld Kintyre Oxymorons again: 'Bochan's Purses'. Aye, reminisent of Scotch Mist, the poor manager my die of a druth that could leave his tongue like a sun-dried megrim.
Another of the village boats has been offered for sale on the open market, and her being kept 'Right Pongal', speculation is rife of a bidding war amongst the skippers of a dredger fleet further North, all of whom are aspiring to self employment. Who'll get their hands on one of the last of the Girvan ringers?
Don't jeest leave it at yer erse, everything has a place ....................so keep it Pongal!