morenish wrote:now now boys while you were all out makin merry mrs morenish an i sat by the cold fire and prayed for her fallen souls or sore soles?? whichever.
but naw a jeest couldny aford a ticket, i tried to get sombody tae buy a coo of me to help pay for it but didny manage it it time, i even tried to re- morgage the big park but couldny get enough for it.
it's easy seein the fishins good the now, why i even heard some folk are leaving their highly paid desk jobs to go back to it.
snoddy it must have been grand gettin to stick nedles in folk at your age, id send yer bill to the dutch lassies, they can pay half each, it's a grand thing to get money oot o europe!
now 4th beware the bramble!
it's full of as many jag-les as the bochan has face-ets.
bochan i have seen the future, i wis seein when folk will travel the legnth o the land to see ye sittin in the cruban scoffin drams an wearin a cowboy hat!
the folk that complain that all the old characters are gone are usually the biggest of them all.
now 4th ye had a visit from rid mary, how is she?
ach i feel for her poor mother birlinn in her kitchen,and writin letters to her god cameron in the hope her fallen daughter can be saved.
i'll need to get down for a visit, is soothen still there?
maybe i'll make it before the last coo in the area is sold, but i better hurry.
A lot of damn nonsense Morenish, you seemed well capable of filling the coffers of the landlord in Fawlty Towers, so I'm damn sure you could have made it to the jigging. I'm more than certain that you were worried that Mrs Morenish, having had a good sup at the brandy, would haul ye to yer two left feet and throw you round the dance floor.
Furthermore, you should take it as read that the current level of opimism at the fishing is nothing more than a passing gannet. As for folk leaving their cushie desk jobs to take up the 'Auld Trade', don't kid yerself. It's only right that you should go back for a look once in a while, so that you can give yourself a short, sharp reality check and recall what an erse of a job it really is.
Anyway, did you read that extract from the Scotsman newspaper of 1938, highlighted by Scots Lad?
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'Spring-Heeled Jack' indeed! Anyway, anonymity was the watch word then, and it is now! So much so, that even the bochans of today, don't know which one of those snapped in Campbeltown around 1938 was their faither or grandfaither.
One things for sure though: 'Dark nights for Dark Deeds,' was always the cry, wae more than a twinkle in her eye.
Anyone recognize this garden at all, or the building in the background?
