morenish wrote:hellooooooooooooo
hellooooooooooooo (echo!)
aye nobodys home what witht he weather bein so good since you left..................
For goodness sake Morenish, can you please keep the noise doon on here. Wae all this shouting and public scandalizing, you'll waken the bochans and their damned ilk. Some bloody clown has already raised thon Bobbly Juck, and it not even past Whit yet. I expect he's been sent here by the Highland Health Board to examine the nappers of all and sundry on here. They'll need a hell of a budget for this lot, and that's before they even look at the penal colonies over the West Side of the Ocean. Aye this touch of spring could easily get the sap rising in the striplings that skirt the sleepy little village, but what finally forced the lads of the Hughmungous Breeks Band to jetison the rubber duck into the nearest sewer, and how many tides did it take to wash him back through the Pentland Firth and down through the Kyles, Sounds of Mull, Luing, Jura and Gigha, round 'The Horn' and back into the burn?
Are you sure you've naw been overdoing the phospates and nitrogen on the fields again? Even the nettles are trying to turn hellofa pea-green. If the run off leaches into the burn, it will bolster the effects of the bright sunlight, over-enriching the Kilbrannan Sound and enticing those bloody scouders to the upper strata. Then all will definitely be lost!
'Away' you're thinking! But the first mussel spat has already settled on this years crop of broad-leaf kelp, which has been sprouting like the devil wae all these sparkling rays of UV.
And another thing, have you had the emissions checked on thon auld tractor of yours lately? The reek is absolutely fearful, and I could damn nearly have sworn that there was a smell of chips the last time you chugged past. Have you been dabling in thon eco-diesel again? You know the mess that it made of Mrs Pongal's pristine washing the last time you swung on the throttle? Did nobody tell you that you're supposed to filter out the bits of batter and crisped haddock tails? You'd better drop in a cran basket of chopped logs next time you're passing the door, to see if she'll turn a blind eye instead of issuing you with a thick ear!
Here....... It's nearly the Morn's Morn, I'm off to ma scratcher. She's already gently lifting the ceiling and I'll need to get a few big Z's in before she hits 9 on the Richter scale.
Don't jeest leave it at yer erse, everything has a place ....................so keep it Pongal!