Carradale

[Bitter End]

Bochan Mor correct as usual > Canal survey completed 1773 ,constructed1794 , closed 1856

[The Heidless Horseman]

Bochan Mor correct as usual > Canal survey completed 1773 ,constructed1794 , closed 1856

Hmm, I see the Bochan has cultivated an apologist with a history primer.
I suppose it depends on how much you have been brain-washed but I would tend to think that something which closed in 1856 is closer to the mythical than something which ceased to be around 1996 or whenever it was.

You're not the Bochan's dug by any chance? The robes were bonny right enough but it was hellish how you made the old fishermen dance with each other. Seemingly the Bochan sneaked in near the end and gathered all the false teeth off the side plates and coped them into a bucket. There was a wild shine on the Sunday morning when some of the seniors stormed the Hall to try and get their falsers back.

[Bochan Mor]

I would imagine that the canal to Machrihanish will be finished ahead of LO announcing the first sailing of the mythical ferry ?

How's yer mythical canal doing, tumshie-heid?

Feenished, and filled back in again. What kept ye?

Oh I know, too busy talking KRAP (Kilkerran Residents Advocating Pongal)

[Bitter End]

Whit a grand dug tae be ! a guid rid suit ,a warm firesde and a great night at the jeeging. Fraid not but a close relation tae a daud o rope cast oer the side o a punt.

[Bochan Mor]

Whit a grand dug tae be ! a guid rid suit ,a warm firesde and a great night at the jeeging. Fraid not but a close relation tae a daud o rope cast oer the side o a punt.

Morenish, is this you that's reached the Bitter end? You know, I never even saw this one coming up on the sonar, never mind the radar. I thought you might have held out for the 'Harvest Thanksgiving' or the Duck Race at the very least. Think about it big fella, you could feed the whole family and even treat the wife's relatives for the price of the silver in your pockets.

Have you reached this point because you never got to the big wedding in the village hall. Those young bochans running around this village have a lot to answer for. I found the attached invite in one of their school bags the other day, Needless to say after the event. Even if they had had the decency to reply on your behalf. There's just no way of dealing with those young fellas these days.

Come on now Morenish, you cann't deny that you always end up crying at weddings anyway!

You know, the elderly folk, for all that they are going droll, are still highly perceptive. I overheard one quizzickly saying to the other at the big doo: 'Have you ever noticed that the men that move to this village, in general, end up with a small goatee beard? Just look round this room.'

There you are now, did you notice? Next time we're joined in the village, see how long it takes the husband to culture a wee goatee. Hopefully his wife will take a hell of a lot longer!

But she better be careful not to eat too much of the Roading Smoked Cheese! It's fearful stuff for bringing out the bochan in ye.

[morenish]

not me bochan!
not guilty.
nothing bitter about me, except the fact that our supermarkets are stocking brazilian beef!!
did you ever hear the like oh it!
the supermarket buyers canny get the price any lower here so they go an rob poor fermers in another country, no even a bochan would stoop so low!

but thats hoo a missed the beeg waddin, i was on a supermarket protest then we picketed wisemans creamery then a wee look in at a refinery for a shout aboot the high cost o tractor deisel, but ach the fermers jeest hanna got the right frame o mind for protestin, now if we could employ the wans that are shoutin aboot parkin in tescos we might get somewhere!

we came home when mrs morenish got too cold stannin at the gates of the refinery, i could see through the windae she was gettin damn blue aboot the gills so i took pity on her an we came away, ach am gettin soft in ma old age, by the time she'd graiped 2 ton o silage she was as right as rain!

an bochan keep that dug oh your on a lead........... or else!

[Right Pongal]

For goodness sake watch that cheese. Its seems to reach the parts that only Islay Cheese ever reached. Mrs Pongal had to put me downstairs to the couch the other night.

I think that it would be safe to say that the the little people have had a hand in the recipe for that one. Strong, strong stuff that tastes sublime.

When the wife saw the effect, she said: 'You've been at that Viagrant again and gone beyond 'Pongal'. Now scatter away down that stair and fill me a hoot bottle.'

'Hoot bottle?' I said.

'Ach the way you are tonight, you better make it the gin!' was her reply.

Well I gave a taste of the cheese to the dog, and we haven't seen him since, but there's a lot of bitches being kept on a close leash.

Not a bad thing though, as it stops them messing in other folks gerdens.

[Whips & Jingles]

Hey Guys, whats happened to this place. I turn up for the big Gig, just to be told that its a sell out. I know the HTB are pretty well up there in the Central Belt, but who's ever heard of a gig selling out in Carradale Village Hall. Certainly not in our time over Dippen Hill, but then again, maybe the West Coast Ceilidh Band didn't have the same pull.

Who is this guy that was promoting the event: The Headless Horseman?

I looked at that website: Http://www.bochannation.com but found no relevant information. Oh well, we may as well hang around for a couple of days for old times sake.

What great food at the big barbecue at Waterfoot. Does this happen often? I remember the Gala Days in August in the big field up the Forestry Road. Oh to be 30 years younger!!!

[GarySutherland]

Hey Whips&Jingles, its a pity didn't get tickets earlier. It was a great night!

The Duck Race was its usual successful self, although the wind didn't help and the ducks started paddling back up-stream for a while.

Full report in the usual place but suffice to say the evening was a great success. I've no idea how much money was faised for the football team but the bar was busy all night long.

Cheers
Gary

[Whips & Jingles]

Yeah, I took a peek in the window, and it looked and sounded like a great night. I can remember when you used to be able to climb in the window at the old library and walk through as if you had paid.

No conscience in these days!

When is the next big gig. I might try and organise a trip up around the next solstice.

[Bitter End]

By chove the ducks was jist majic! The faster ones went up the burn jist tae gie the wee wans a start an then hell fur leather efter them. Whit a race .the Hiedless wan could hae rin a book oan thim. Back at Waterfit
the gluttons wis that weel fed there wisnae a bit left tae eat fur latecomers, so they'll ken better fur next year tae come earlier!! A hud a wild joab eatin their share but A managed. Noo tae clear the drain!ainyone out ther git rods?

[Right Pongal]

By chove the ducks was jist majic! The faster ones went up the burn jist tae gie the wee wans a start an then hell fur leather efter them. Whit a race .the Hiedless wan could hae rin a book oan thim. Back at Waterfit
the gluttons wis that weel fed there wisnae a bit left tae eat fur latecomers, so they'll ken better fur next year tae come earlier!! A hud a wild joab eatin their share but A managed. Noo tae clear the drain!ainyone out ther git rods?

By jove right enough Bitter End, its been a weekend of all the worst excesses in our wee village.

Supposedly god fearing men and women gambling on plastic ducks; the village 'Chavs' kicking lumps out of some poor souls at Wellpark in the name of sport; all the gluttons from the village filling their boots with all the fruits of the land and sea, followed by the worst yet at the village hall: dancing with the devil to all that damned Jazz music. Young fellas dealing in pokes of smoked cheese, then heading across the golf course with a hellofa step through them.

A damn disgrace if ever I saw it, and a few hardy souls left to clear up the aftermath!

[Bitter End]

Excesses! Ma guts wis that fu an stretched ah cudna git ma belly intae a barra tae get tae the jeegin. Nae dancin wi the deil fur me I wis jist lik a gannet on overload waitin fur the digestive system tae work so ah cud pass it oan. Thats whit choaked the drains ---clear noo jist useed a fir tree as a pullthrough Ah'll recover in time nae doubt Next year ah'll tak a shoppin bag an save it fur efter.

[Hugs Thistles]

Excesses! Ma guts wis that fu an stretched ah cudna git ma belly intae a barra tae get tae the jeegin. Nae dancin wi the deil fur me I wis jist lik a gannet on overload waitin fur the digestive system tae work so ah cud pass it oan. Thats whit choaked the drains ---clear noo jist useed a fir tree as a pullthrough Ah'll recover in time nae doubt Next year ah'll tak a shoppin bag an save it fur efter.

Mair fule ye then Bitter End. It's a bad end ye'll come to if ye ignore the pleasures of close affectionate contact, for the close passionate contact of milk, marrow and mutton.

May the good Lord blessings glint through the front doors o' all who came on Setterday and gi'ed wir wee band such fine rowdy cheer! And for the orra few who didn't, may the De'il take the hindmost and the Padre the quickest.

See yeezawe in 2006

[Snoddy]

Excesses! Ma guts wis that fu an stretched ah cudna git ma belly intae a barra tae get tae the jeegin. Nae dancin wi the deil fur me I wis jist lik a gannet on overload waitin fur the digestive system tae work so ah cud pass it oan. Thats whit choaked the drains ---clear noo jist useed a fir tree as a pullthrough Ah'll recover in time nae doubt Next year ah'll tak a shoppin bag an save it fur efter.

You certainly were christend by someone much wiser than yourself Mr End. Over-indulgence of any sort will inevitably lead to ill health: The consequences could very easily be minimised or possibly avoided if you could just show some self restraint.

As well as the obvious strain on your bowel and risk of an acute dose of the 'Duke of Argyll's', you are also forcing your heart to put more into digestion than should be neccessary, depriving other vital organs of their fresh supply of oxygenated blood.

No doubt you have a belt, under considerable strain, which is overhung by a rather large corporation. Diabetes is also very common among the obese and is an affliction that I'm quite sure that you could well do without.

Although the burden of excess weight will stress your heart and joints, you need some kind of excercise, possibly gentle dancing, to help shift the pounds and move towards a healthier lifestyle. You could also ask if you could do some training along side the football team, avoiding the trip to the Crubhan thereafter.


So Mr End, don't be bitter about life. Live life, but in moderation.