Carradale

[The Heidless Horseman]

Well, well boys!
I think I'm really losing the plot here.
First of all poor Gary gets it in the neck for the crime of being community minded. Then we have a cockerel who thinks he's a turkey but may actually be a postman who has now become Snoddy's idealogical soulmate. Too much!

Of course the goblin jibe would hit The Bochan in a sore place - that's a bit like saying that the Dookers come from Lochgilphead - but is no more than he deserved. Mind you there's no smoke without fire! Seemingly he was spotted a couple of weeks ago running through Airds Wood carrying a set of false teeth ..................

[GarySutherland]

Sorry Bochan, didn't mean that to sound quite as strong as it now reads.

Twas a bit late in the day for me to be message posting. Should have been in my bed well before then.

Cheers
Gary

[Bochan Mor]

No need for that Gary ma boy, us Bochans are thick skinned and not easily offended. If you feel like letting rip, then just do so.

Take a leaf from Bubbly Jock's book or Bobbily Juck's for that matter. It's a sounding board after all, so sound off!

[Snoddy]

us Bochans are thick skinned

'Thick' would have done just nicely

[GarySutherland]

Bubbly,

Yes I should be at the next meeting so give me a nudge.

Cheers
Gary

[morenish]

i've just had a nasty thought: what if all the posts on here are from 1 other person and gary????????!!!!!
is that community spirit?
all spirits should be consumed as quickly as possible, excluding you hiedless

[The Heidless Horseman]

all spirits should be consumed as quickly as possible, excluding you hiedless

I'm glad you qualified that Morenish - I was starting to get paranoid, what with Bubbly's conversion to the Tories and his proposal to re-introduce paddock fees. Fell quite inadequate now that peace has broken out on the Carradale thread. It would be churlish to spoil the moment so I'll away now until things liven up again.

[GarySutherland]

<chuckle> Yes, you're all just figments of mine and Davy's fevered imaginations...

I'm busy consuming a bottle of Australia's finest exports right now, actually.

Cheers
Gary

[Bochan Mor]

Whats happening here, i take a rest for a few days and the Bochan Council send down an apprentice, and Tarbert sends us Candy Cane Jack.

No wonder poor bubbly is vexed. As for Gary, he's taken to the wine good style, so god knows what he's liable to say now.

Tickety Boo has been un-masked as one of those creelers who rape and pillage the sound by stealth, and NIMBYs are writing to the Oban Times no less regarding the potential cod farms.

Thon fella says that they are banning all off-shore farms in Scandinavia, what a pack of absolute rubbish. In Scandanavia they support all of their marine industries, be it oil, fishing or fish farming. They know what side their bread is buttered on.

Candy Cane Jake is decrying the sentiments of a few sensitive souls here in Mid-Kintyre, but then talks of the Tarbert that he left behind. Quite touching really!

[Ticketty Boo!]

Creels ma fat erse?
Ticketty Boo is nuthin mair thun a Glesgae Ferr hoaliday maiker with his ain punt. If Dougie were here himsel' he'd tell ye!
Has Bochan Mor been at thoan magic pixie juice that I planked in a bush behind the Village Hall last year?

[Bochan Mor]

Is that you Sanyanya? I'm tweeging you; Glesga fair indeed! I thought it was the Paisley fair that you kept, but none the less, the Pixie Juice is still being distilled up the back of Airds Wid.

Jeck used to buy it for his Hurricane lamp, but efter he singed his whisker he started cadging parrafin.

What's the point in haeing a punt if you don't have the odd creel. Look at Red Robert, he aye had a handful of home made creels and a selection of daras for the jigging, and damned happy he was.

When did you start your apprenticeship in Bochanism and who's been your mentor to date?

You should have been in Tarbert for the old Tomatin race, or Rover, or who ever the heck sponsors it now. What a crack it was, haaling at halyards in the middle of the night, and blowing horns into their cockpits. The old podley into the forepeak is still as good today as it was back when Jeck was a lad. God knows what he makes of the place nowadays, with no even as much as a Jackson at sea. The Jeck's already have 'The Fair' and their Music Festival, but damn me the pull off the hat-trick every year with the excuse that they need to go doon the street to see what the crack is. Well you'll know how that ends up.

Aye the Slants have been slow at pushing themselves forward with this leesure game, but rumours are abound that this is about to change, and that the Wee Village is about to 'trump' them all and become a playground to the rich and famous, and I'm not jeest talking Malcolm fae Tarbert.

Aye, secret deals are said to be well underway and it will be out with the old and in with the new. You being a fella Bochan, you'll know exactly whit I'm drizzling on about.

You never know, it might be that good that youll relenquish Dundreich and head lock stock and barrel to the village which has to be renamed Shangri-La!

[bubbly jock]

My nose isn't wee but yon Wetman thinks I'm Pinochio and he's Jiminy Cricket, my consience. I'll need to sort him out. maybe do a J. Beale on him Stick one of those reality fingers he's always on about up his tap. That'll dry him oot.

I am bubbly

[Ticketty Boo!]

Man the bochans huv been at the sniffin o' them auld sweeties in the Toad's shoap again. The ower powerful odours o' that liquorice huv affected thur brains and goat thum paranoit aboot whom yon Ticketty Boo! chep is.

Them cheps do not have the ageelity aboot them any merr at aal, at aal. A guid droap o' Brutish spirits and they would see that Ticketty Boo! is nuthin merr than a chenuine wee punt owner, wi' wan o' them fangled ootboard moturs. Sanyanananayanyananana indeed! man if Dougie was here himsel' he'd tell ye.

I must compliment Jeck an the bochans fur their arteeculation. It's a true pleasure to read when a man such as ma self is stuck here high'n'dry up the beach awaitin the next spring tide tae refloat the cobble in DunDreich.

[morenish]

mind where you go wi the cobble tickety, i see they're sending doon bears frae glesga to spy on the poor crofters now, things like that never happened in the days of steam!
can you ever imagine duigie reporting macfarlane for being drunk in charge of a puffer and then getting the skippers job when he got sacked?

[The Scouder]

[/color] I'll be up there on Henman hill
I am bubbly

Poor bubbly - caught between the devil and the deep blue.
Forced to act out a lie as a macho turkey cock, his inner chicken is obviously screaming to "come out". Hence (or should that be Hens?) the above sad state of affairs. If you're reading this in a Cyber Caf in the Big Apple, bubbly, you take care and watch out you don't end up in the pound over there. Only another 20 fattening weeks until thanksgiving ........