Coming in 2024. Which comes as possibly a bigger surprise to me than you, or maybe not.
*Obviously this site will be history by then, so please imprint this image on your eyeballs as a reminder.
Treating my spouse this Valentine’s evening with a spiced lamb pâté en croûte, served with warm Scottish potato salad and haricot beans in a tomato jus.
What can I say? Today, in spite of my very best efforts, I have awoken to the dreadful news that I am 60 years old.
On the plus side, I have a wonderfully resourceful wife who has presented me with this Lewis chessmen ‘berserker pawn’ cake! Yes, that’s a cake! Amazing.
Clearing out the eaves (yes, they’re huge) and have to post this design classic before taking it to the tip. Speaks volumes of Uncle Murdo’s desire to be a modern man (even at the outermost point of the Outer Hebrides). The colours and lines of this beauty. Completely of its time
Just got back in from my first visit to Fight Club. I arrived a little late so I missed a few of the introductory bits, but I really enjoyed Fight Club and would happily recommend it to anyone.
This was my dad’s hammer. It’s mine now, and having used it all day today I can honestly say it is the most useful tool I have ever owned. That teardrop bit in the middle is genius when it comes to nails. The whole thing is so incredibly reliable and strong and I miss him so much
@ManonGarciaFR
Slightly different, but Roger McGough tells a story of when, for homework, his daughter was given one of his poems to write an essay about. For a laugh, he wrote the essay for her. Got a ‘D’.
My friend in London has just returned from voting today and tells me the turnout looked to be extremely low, with the polling station itself full of confused primary school children. Make of that what you will.
When your dog sitter leaves a bra behind and your wife automatically assumes that to be the case. You then ask why she didn't suspect it could have belonged to your fancy piece and she replies, with a sigh, that the first clue would be that you just used the phrase 'fancy piece’.
Thoughts and prayers for oor Hamish as he’s being operated on to remove a great big fuck-off lump from his neck today. Tests indicate it is benign, but not in a good place and the vet has warned it will leave a very large wound.
*🤞picking him up at 4pm.
@dorkusmalorkus_
For a year and a half when dropping my wife at work we passed a bicycle shop in Mountain View, California, with the sign ‘RUBBER INNER TUBES’, and for a year and a half I would say, ‘Don’t mind if I do.’ Somewhat miraculously, I am still alive and we are still together.
I have mowed the lawn. Mowed; not mown. Let me explain: mowed is the past tense of the verb mow. Eg: if you cut the grass this afternoon, you can say, I mowed the lawn this afternoon. Mown is mow‘s past-participle adjective. So you can say, the mown grass looks lovely. I’m fine.
I know I’m far from the first to balk at this, but we’ve just bailed out of attending our friends’ daughter’s wedding upon discovering it would cost us somewhere between £2000 and £3000. Honestly, who has that to spare?
A horse walks into a bar and says to the barman,
‘On a right angled triangle with sides x, y and z, if x and z are perpendicular which side is opposite the right angle?’
And the barman says,
“y, the long face".
Discovered this early illuminated Glaswegian script: 'respice in faciem, sicut ego vidi et stupri iocatum?' ...and for the non Latin scholars, 'Look it ma face, dae a look like am f*ckin' jokin'?'
My wife shouted up from downstairs today, ‘Have you ever had really sharp pains in your chest, as if someone was stabbing a voodoo doll?’
‘No?’ I called back down.
Then I hear her again a few seconds later,
‘How about now?’
Very stoned Hamish home. Anaesthetic will take a while to wear off, which is a good thing looking at that wound. Test results still to come. Antibiotics and the ever present Loxicom to follow. Poor wee soul.
I must say, the most revealing difference between Irish and Scottish Gaelic is definitely in the words for December: Mí na Nollag (Month of Christmas) in Ireland, and An Dubhlachd (the Blackness) in Scotland. So everyone, do have a lovely Blackness.
In the restaurant.
Waiter: Your coffee, sir.
Me: Could I have a little spoon please?
Waiter: Certainly. *delicately embraces me from behind*
Me: Lovely, thank you.
Traditionally at this time of year we islanders get on with the laborious task of stacking our tweets for the coming winter. *They are until then left out in the elements to become dry and witty.
@nonregemesse
He would have scorned such frivolity. This solid lump of metal will go from generation to generation, hailed by each for its unparalleled and indestructible functionality. He’d be fine with that.