by Right Pongal » Fri Dec 09, 2005 10:41 pm
What the devil's going on here? Bochan & bubbly have made more short, sharp waves in the metaphorical china teacup and rattled another sensitive soul's napper off the increasingly chipped rim.
Another poor, Southern, soul, could quite easily have been left mentally scarred for life. That pair of mischief makers should carry a health warning. Just as well we have a few spare metaphorical saucers lying around to pick up the metaphorical drips as they dribble down towards the clean floor. I jeest cannae stand a mess you understand.
You know, during the summer, I was sitting eating my breakfast in a hotel in Portree in Skye. This fella, who looked like a roond Paul Young (of the singing fame or infamy) came in for his breakfast. Immediately, something about his gait and posturing made me realise that I didn't like the cut of his jib. Neither did the prim, reserved waitress seem very impressed by his performance.
Anyway, he was joined by another fella, who was like a cross between Frank Zappa, Ronnie Wood & Leslie Crowther.
Roond Paul Young turned to Ronnie Crowther and said to him: 'I find the women up in Scotland very interesting, but for some reason, all of the blokes seem to be right twats. Maybe you as a Scotsman, could tell me why?'
Well, Frank Wood pondered for a moment, as he savoured his Jaffy Kippers,and replied: 'Have you ever considered that it may have something to do with the way that you relate to these people, and how they perceive youself? It does seem to be a bit of a sweeping statement. How many people are we talking about?'
'Well I suppose it was only around 20 guys,' said Paul Young, 'But I haven't spoken to many more.'
I'm not quite sure what this told us about the unfortunate traveller, but I personally cannot see much sense in him making the return journey North. I mean, if he was to pick a Scottish wife, he would find that she would be jeest as nesty once she got her feet under his kitchen table doon South.
By the way Bochan, you were right, thon Witchnettle is away with the fairies!
Don't jeest leave it at yer erse, everything has a place ....................so keep it Pongal!