Carradale

[Bochan Mor]

And damn fine you know that I've got one of the finest collections of boat photos in all of Kintyre and maybe Argyll or beyond, well those that haven't been purloined by a few choice, but rogue pretenders. The yacht in question must have thrown a drogue anchor out to give the big fella a sporting chance of reaching the harbour restrictions ahead of the leisure fleet.

I'm not quite sure that I should risk sampling any of those wee blue pills that Snoddy has obviously been scattering around the village like confetti. They're saying that one of the elderly skippers had to have the cabin hatch enlarged with an oxy-acetylene axe, as his weekend doze of his recreational drug of choice was raising much more than a quizzical eyebrow.

Indeed it's often still working wonders on the following Monday evening, resulting in him resorting to bedding down in the relative discomfort of the wheelhouse platform. You would have thought that the bitter autumnal air would have been enough to take the wind out of his biblical sails, but the Monday Mitzen is allegedly still very much to the fore. I suppose its an extra spoke for the wheel when he's cantting at the top of the Sound, but I bet his wife's damn glad to hear the alarm clock on Monday morning, but my goodness the skate falling on the deck from the first lift of the day are said to look extremely nervous!

I've just been reading about that comical, dancing carry on, described very eloquently by that rogue/bleggard Sanyanya. Don't worry, we'll not let onto Mrs Morenish about thon night. We all know about envisaging the village belle in all her finery, ably aided and abetted by the best pair of German beer goggles money could buy.

Here now Morenish, your keeping me late, I've got another appointment for tonight and the heid man will no doubt make his displeasure known! I'd better keep an eye out for that plague witchnettle. With her denying all knowledge of the Spoot Wood, she's quite liable to be lurking around and looking for a fishermans' gait.

[Malky]

The old peepers are getting rheumy in my old age...

Hmmm... most likely your eyes were streaming after trying out your new super dooper motorbike, Gary.

And don't try and deny it - you wiz seen ........



Boys and their toys, eh

Malky

[bubbly jock]

Bochan mor

Speaking aboot erses Where is drip this weather? He seems to have disappeared. Maybe away wae jubbly bock and bobbly juck. Either that or Pinnochio ate him. Roast cricket, yummm, would go well wae Campbeltown Crab. Wonder what they did wae his umbrella??

Are you seeing what that Malky put on up there. Och I suppose if you ate that tin of beans you would need a big exhaust

Still on the posterior subject. Some oh yon lot through on the local site are a wee bit down sure they are.

But jeest think aboot this Bochan mor, if your erse was as near the grunn as some oh them would you naw be a wee bit grumpy?

bubbly

[Bochan Mor]

The old peepers are getting rheumy in my old age...

Hmmm... most likely your eyes were streaming after trying out your new super dooper motorbike, Gary.

And don't try and deny it - you wiz seen ........



Boys and their toys, eh

Malky

Now Malky, Gary's just doing his bit for the environment. He only has to resort to the beans when his other source of methane runs low, usually after all the visitors have gone home for the summer, or the four legged brutes shed their load too far away from the Keech Collectors.

I wonder if the silencer is street legal, or is it one of those tuned pipes that you hear the young flas going on about.

How many miles do you get to the gallon Gary? and is there some kind of catalytic converter to handle or re-process the solids?

[take_a_pop]

Bubbly, is that a cigarette holder you have in your mouth, ? and i though you had stopped smoking. Or is it too funnel more crap into your mouth, to keep stocked up, for the run in to christmas. Never the less, its a good photo of you, and i recognised you right away, even without seeing your face. Cant think what gave you away, can you.

[Bochan Mor]

Bochan mor

Speaking aboot erses Where is drip this weather?
bubbly

I expect that he's making the most of the rain, and re-hydrating his skin. Maybe Malky has seen him sprachling about in the rock pools over on the West Side. Maybe he could get a photo!

[GarySutherland]

The old peepers are getting rheumy in my old age...

Hmmm... most likely your eyes were streaming after trying out your new super dooper motorbike, Gary.

And don't try and deny it - you wiz seen ........

Heheh. Hey, what with the price of petrol being so high you've gotta explore alternative fuels.

Cheers
Gary

[Bitter End]

Now now boys whos daein this here plagiarism oota ma album ? Ah know it looks lik Garry but thet is ma cusin John frae Corby . He wis jist practisin fur tae beat yon fella Agostini ,yese can tell frae the photy the age o the bike an yer back in the 60s , thon D.D, wis waantin tae pit an Imp enchine in the frame ,but this wis faster! Ochone he creshed an dinna win anyway. Niver nevir thought ahd see the picture published fur aal tae see.The cusin wull blame me fur lettin it ootan its some bliddy hacker!!

[Bochan Mor]

[quote="Bitter End"]Now now boys whos daein this here plagiarism oota ma album ? quote]

Now Mr End, (or can I call you Bitter?) at various times on here both myself and thon Heidless Numpty have warned people that there are wans that'll steal the eyes oot yer heid and try and sell them back to you without breaking their stride. This is equally true of the Internet as in real life. Let this be a lesson to you. Forget firewalls. What you need to do is gather up all your compromising photographs, and I mean all of them, take them outside and bury them under the coalis floor. Don't take any chances and whatever else you do don't trust your neebors family or freends. Especially freends.! It's all very funny for them when they put you on some droll "geographical" website but that is just the thin end of the wedge. The ones that come to ogle your winklepickers are from a far darker place ...........

[bubbly jock]

LO and his carradale croanies

I may have one or two relatives in Carradale but they most certainly don't know how to click a mouse and they sure ain't cronies!

but you'll need to grow a thicker skin if this wee skirmish put you off
Les

Bochan mor

That LO down rascal is denying his heritage and saying you and me can't click a mouse.

I bet he's up here on Sunday for the half price spreadsheets and a couple oh coal sandwiches for the sunday dinner

O man O man, hoots the world coming tae

bubbly

[LO]

[quote="bubbly jock
That LO down rascal is denying his heritage and saying you and me can't click a mouse. bubbly[/quote]

So, bubbly are you saying we're related?
Maybe old pops was right after all.
Do tell!
You'll be saying next that we went to school together.
In fact, if you're that good, maybe you'll tell me who my teacher was in Primary 3?

[bubbly jock]

maybe you'll tell me who my teacher was in Primary 3?

There was a fat turkey named bubbly,
Who gobbled whenever he ran.
He came out of the bush,
Presenting his tush,
And was shot up the arse by an Oman.

Sorry LO you're not catching me that way I'm naw putting my heed ower the parapet that easy.

Read this quick afore the commissioner pulls it.

bubbly

[LO]

maybe you'll tell me who my teacher was in Primary 3?

Sorry LO you're not catching me that way
bubbly

Sorry bubbly but I just did.
Thanks for clearing that up!

L

[Bitter End]

Bochan Aye ma sowl yer quite richt! ah should o heeded yer warnin,I am now attachin a Furry fella an a Rid fella tae each picture ! Thetl F--- thim richt up an ther damed computers tae, the buchars will jist explode or go fast an if they manage tae leeft them aff the table the erse wull jist faw ot o thim. An yer richt aboot the darker place Ah'l keep a weather eye oot fur anyone fae up Loch Fyne

[Bochan Mor]

Aye Bitter End, you need to watch the Fynesiders. There's no badness in them, but boy are they full of devilment. One of the great secrets of Tarbert is 'The Fair'.

I always believed that it only lasted for a week during the summer, but damn me, it turns out that yes, they throw everything into celebrating the start of the fair every year, but they go on all year. Something to do with the Lunar cycle.

Any word on Morenish being involved in a new co-operative venture. Rumour has it that massive poly-tunnels are being planned for the Bay Field. They're saying that all sorts of traditional crops are to be nurtured, depending on the season.

Golden Wonders for the Tattie & Herrin nights in January, Curly Kale for broth in February, Carrots for the Mince in March, Currants for the Hot Cross Buns in April (I don't know why they're particularly angry in April), Oats for the porridge in May, Onions for the steaks in June, Strawberrys for the Tennis in July, BRAMBLES for the jeely in August, Mushrooms for the dance at September Weekend, Tumshies for the lanterns in October, King Eddies for the bangers & mash in November and Juniper berries in December for the new secret marinade for the herring at the Roading Smokehouse.

They're saying that the excess heat from the bakehouse is going to be funneled into the tunnels to speed up the growth. A fine place for Sanyanya to take up residence!