Friday, 28 March 2008

Hey there, look at you, Georgie Girl !!




Thanks to all who sent kind thoughts over the past wee bit.

You can see ma maw in sex-kitten mode together with a not-yet-fully-erupted Boldscot.
Before that, you can see her admiring the flowers sent by LavvyBloo while in hospital.

Nearly fifty years between the photos doesn't diminish the sparkle in the eye and that strength of character for which she was well known.
Can't invite you all to The Funreal on Monday but I know some of you will be there, virtually, in support of a great woman who believed, even till the end, we are all 'One of Jock Tamson's bairns'.


As Rabbie said and Paolo sings :

Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head, an' a' that
The coward slave, we pass him by
We dare be poor for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
The rank is but the guinea's stamp
The man's the gowd for a' that
What though on hamely fare we dine
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine
A man's a man, for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
Their tinsel show an' a' that
The honest man, though e'er sae poor
Is king o' men for a' that
Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord
Wha struts an' stares an' a' that
Tho' hundreds worship at his word
He's but a coof for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that
A prince can mak' a belted knight
A marquise, duke, an' a' that
But an honest man's aboon his might
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that
For a' that an' a' that
Their dignities an' a' that
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank that a' that
Then let us pray that come it may
(as come it will for a' that)
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth
Shall bear the gree an' a' that
For a' that an' a' that
It's coming yet for a' that
That man to man, the world o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that

Thursday, 6 March 2008

Fagra or Viagra?



A tale of sex and drugs with a bit of rockin' and rollin'

Shagged the bird.
Fancied a mutually shared fag.
However, as he was in the process of trying to give up the weed, he thought to take one of the anti-smoking tablets the Doctor had given him.

No sooner said than done and then that sensation in the groin told them it was time for further action.
Using a Polish idiom, his dick was like a rivet from the Forth Rail Bridge.

Another ride, another anti-smoke tablet.

Another ride, another anti-smoke tablet.

Ad infinitum and ad nauseum as they both found out.

Oxygen cylinders and adrenaline were the order of the day

And here is why.

That was my day, how was yours?