jdcarra wrote:bubbly jock wrote:CooBoy Troy wrote:that Bubbling Jock hombre........he'll be confined indoors soon from what I can gather....he'll have nothing else to do but resume posting.........
What do you mean by the above?? and I like you fine In that wee avator you remind me of the clan up here who have coal sandwiches and chew bubbling tar when the shop runs oot of gum. By the way as a troy fae the Davaar scheme you are kidding nobody. Away and learn how tae work a camera.
bubbly
Bubbly, I'm just putting two and two together here and I hope you are not thinking what i'm thinking, because if you are you are completely wrong. I am not one of these people who would do that. Who you are I do not know, I was even mentioned as being you, I guessed who you may be, but i don't care. Maybe I'm reading this the wrong way, but i don't think so. Back to you to confirm.

A number of interesting points have been raised here by the learned participants of this particular conversation. I have often had to deal with a craving for coal and coal dust, but mostly in expectant mothers. It isn't normally on the menu for the rest of the extended family. However., in the village, anything is possible.
'Bubbling Tar' was once a reference to a prominent member of a famous Tarbert family, who allegedly forgot to release the tow rope on falling from his water skis. The resultant wash was of such magnitude that the perplexed harbour master took an asthma attack, whilst blasting for all he was worth on his 'Acme Thunderer' whistle. A damned inconvenience for yours truly, with the yacht rolling and halyards clattering, I was forced to grab the nebuliser and run to the harbour side, leaving poor Lady Snoddy to fend off the foul mouthed and menacing fishermen, who were working at there prawn and lobster pots.
As the harbour official was unable to provide me with a verifiable National Insurance number, I declined to assist any further regarding the situation. I did concede to offering to telephone for an ambulance, as I felt sure that the drivers would enjoy another trip to Oban or Glasgow. Besides, I was meant to be on holiday!
Finally, I think that it goes without saying that we must ask JDC in less than 100 words: 'What exactly does to + to equal?'
Dr Snod Esq.
Two spoonfulls of Halibut-Liver Oil, Morning & Evening. You know the surgery hours, so don't bother me at any other time. I most certainly don't get paid enough.
Any resemblance to Snoddy's past and present are purely coincidental!