Carradale

[OZZY]

What the devil is Ozzy O. doing back in the village. I was quite sure that his last run-in at the end of a pitch fork was enough to ensure his repulsion of this sleepy little village.

Hey man, even rock stars need holidays.

Oz.

[morenish]

right boys lock up yer quads ozzies on the lose!

[Bitter End]

Ye had better lock up a damn site mair than yer quads wi aall thets cummin this week!

[Hugs Thistles]

So, and I utter the same fragrant words as before, onybody up fer a Friday night gulp o' hop-ridden whaulk-jus? I appreciate the "No Names - No Crossbills" ethos on this board, but we all know who yiz are onyway. Apart frae them Yankees of course, and we're never quite sure if knowing them is contagious or necessarily desirable. So I'll leave it like this: Hope to see yiz Friday furra FF Copella jars at the Glen, and maybe in Camberzville on Setterday furra bash/furra bang.

Your friend indeed, when you're on the bell,
Hung Tressles

[MartinKielty]

Aye, and well seeing certain unemployees, sorry, musicians, will be in the Glen on Friday nicht while the hard-working member of the organisation is in Dundee working hard with another Sensational band. And I'm sure the stories will have been straightened out for the following evening re the absence of any pints for said hard-working person. I can only assume this is the result of having an Inglishman in the band. Pitiful, so it is.

Ch;M.

[Bobbie En Tejas]

So there

[bubbly jock]

Hey bobbie

You colonials have driven poor Mr Bush of his trolley.





bubbly

[Bobbie En Tejas]

The man is lovely. Looks like he'd fit right into british royalty.

[Neil]

Be careful Bobbie you could be sent to the dungeon and whipped(you wish )

Beside we have enough ugly b uggers in the royal party at the moment

http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/3814 ... lla150.jpg (ill learn to stick pictures up yet )

[Bobbie En Tejas]

Be careful Bobbie you could be sent to the dungeon and whipped(you wish )

Beside we have enough ugly b uggers in the royal party at the moment

http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/3814 ... lla150.jpg (ill learn to stick pictures up yet )

Where's that fan.

Neil, when you are posting, either click the thingie above the post window that says Img, paste the url and click the thingie again, or type [img]paste%20url[/img]

[Neil]

thing is.. what is charlie going to do when camilla loses her looks

[Bobbie En Tejas]

Hopefully he won't notice and will love her anyway.

[morenish]

they say the camera never lies but a wee fib in her case would be a kindness
however i'm told camilla has a terrific sense of humour, and so must bonny prince cherlie!

anyway just to report that the lambings going well with this wee drop rain were havin the noo, albeit 5 weeks early
that damn tup couldny have been as gay as he looked.
an the trailer had a puncture an mrs morenish got a sore leg pumpin it up again, ach tis sad day i left the croft.

[Right Pongal]

they say the camera never lies but a wee fib in her case would be a kindness
however i'm told camilla has a terrific sense of humour, and so must bonny prince cherlie!

Aye Morenish, horses for courses: Is that not what they say? With all the brass that they have in their coffers from the Duchy, you'd think that they'd hire someone to operate thon Photoshop thing to sort her out. Not so Bonnie Prince Cherlie could quite easily get a lug-lift as well. It wouldna do him any herm!

anyway just to report that the lambings going well with this wee drop rain were havin the noo, albeit 5 weeks early
that damn tup couldny have been as gay as he looked.
an the trailer had a puncture an mrs morenish got a sore leg pumpin it up again, ach tis sad day i left the croft.

Now we know why you've been hanging onto all that crisp timber through the winter, instead of generously distributing it around yer elderly neighbours. It's to keep the lambs warm if they arrive in the middle of a cold snap. Jeest don't leave them too close to the brazier, or Sanyanya will walk away wae a rack of lamb (Ready Cooked).

I'm damned surprised that JDCarra hasn't shown Bobbie and Dorian a photo of your log-pile yet. Maybe today will be the day!

I have to say Morenish, I've never seen a stack of logs looking to pongal. It should be up for the Turner Prize. Aye, the devil makes work for idle hands!

[Sanyanya]

Now we know why you've been hanging onto all that crisp timber through the winter, instead of generously distributing it around yer elderly neighbours. It's to keep the lambs warm if they arrive in the middle of a cold snap. Jeest don't leave them too close to the brazier, or Sanyanya will walk away wae a rack of lamb (Ready Cooked).

I'm damned surprised that JDCarra hasn't shown Bobbie and Dorian a photo of your log-pile yet. Maybe today will be the day!

I have to say Morenish, I've never seen a stack of logs looking to pongal. It should be up for the Turner Prize. Aye, the devil makes work for idle hands!

Mr Morenish, you can rest assured that I consumed enough lamb as a child to whet my appetite for eternity. Father would invariably pluck a plump specimen from the hoodie crows in April as we wandered down through the glen on the home stretch to the favoured summer pitch. He would bury it for a week, not to enhance the flavour, but to conceal it from the milkman or the constable, depending on which had consumed the largest portion of mustard that day. When the finger pointing and erse covering exercises were yesterday's news, the carcass would be exhumed and skinned for my young brothers next coat, with the edibles carefully disected into managable portions. The dogs would be in clover with heart, sweetbreads etc being lovingly served to them on the grass at the back of the tent.

Roasted over willow and whin, there was no need for rosemary or mint sauce beneath our infinite roof. Three pounds and not an ounce more of selected potatoes from the bakers middle store, carefully weighed into a paper bag advertising 'Melroses Tea' and twisted neatly at the 2 corners, it was the perfect complement along with a slack handful of shredded kale from the prize winning gardens of Tormohr. The strength of those paper bags were a wonder to behold, but the first spit of rain, and the whole lot would end up strewn all over the road at the gate to the 'Bay Field'.

As for your log pile, I am quite certain that neither Bobbie nor Dorian would like to see a photo of the said heap. I suggest that you contact Dyna Rod forthwith, or possibly try the grass beautician, as bubbly tells me that he is equipped with a selection of dedicated implements capable of dealing with scenarios such as this and many more. Yes, a damned handy man to know!