Hello all.

Hi Mucker & welcome. Mate & i were on Skye 3 weeks ago. Whit a road from Invergarry to Kyles of Lochalsh it's one of the best imo. What's the drop like on the road from Struan to Portree at speed on yer bike, I've done it in me car and the thing was airbourne (aff the deck) oh **** my daughter was with me at the time, her face was a picture, a droped jaw then closely followed by a huge grin yeehaa. Don't think the car was so smiley.
I know you'll enjoy yer T, though you'll probably need a shower cap for the dials, I'll be up there soon for ma free pints so stay safe.
Aldo.

aye ye micht be richt chunky, check oot the next reply, a wee e mail fae ma neebur, thisll sort him oot lol

Are you Scottish? I am........... You know you are a true Scot if...........


Ye can properly pronounce McConnochie, Ecclefechan, Milngavie, Sauchiehall St , St Enoch, Auchtermuchty and Aufurfuksake.
Yer used tae four seasons in wan day.
Ye measure distance in minutes.
Ye kin understaun Rab C Nesbitt and know characters just like him, in yer ain family.
Ye kin make hael sentences jist wae sweer wurds.
Ye know whit haggis is made ae and stull like eating it.
Somedy ye know his used a fitba schedule tae plan thur wedding day date.
You've been at a wedding and fitba scores are announced in the Church/Chapel.
Ye urny surprised tae find curries, pizzas, kebabs, fish n chips, iron-bru, **** and nappies all in the wan shop.
Yer holiday home at the seaside has calor gas under it.
Ye know irn-bru is a hangover cure.
Ye actually understand this and yurr gonnae send it tae yer pals.
Finally, you are 100% Scot if you have ever said/heard these words;

how's it hingin
clarty
boggin
cludgie
pished
get it up ye
wee beasties
amurny
away an bile yer heid
peely-wally
humphey backit
Ba'-heid
dubble nugget
And finally......

A wee Glesga wumman goes intae a butcher shop, where the butcher has just came oot the freezer, and is standing haunds ahint his back, with his erse aimed at an electric fire. The wee wumman checks oot the display case then asks, 'Is that yer Ayrshire bacon?' 'Naw,' replies the butcher. 'It's jist ma haun's ah'm heatin'.

Nooooooooooooooo. I understood all that! AND I've been to a wedding like that too. I need to get away from this forum. I feel I'm being converted......

A pint o're here, mate! 'Tis Newport Beach, California if yer askin' & a warm welcome to ye at that.

"Where e're ye gae let yer wind gan' free"

Scots wha' hae!!

see if nobist can fathom yon oot lol

Thi **** a funy tork darn ere tu tha nors. Mar mates got a bark, I have a bike. I take lunch,he takes snap. I have a wife ,he has a wench. I have a daughter,he has a dewter. I burn my toast,he bruns it. I say yes,he says yar. I say no,he says ney. I say down ,he says darn. I say their,he says theeyer. They don't play bowls they play bews. They don't play football,they play footbaw. I say man, he says mon. I say pint, he says parnt. I say out,he says art. I say nothing,he says nart.
You lot up yon, Rab, Jamesy,Gash and We Bernie have nowt on a Wigginner or a Leyther a tell yer.


Reet mon am bernt wach them Scersers get drubbed oft forriners.

OMG aint we lucky the Queen's English:yes

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!

You gotta love Robert Burns

Aye Aye Haggis,

Where abouts on Skye are you? I used to stay in Broadford and worked over in Kyle at the navy base. Over the east coast now but still have family in BRD.

Brilliant roads over there for the T was over with a group of pals from the IOM in June weather was spot on roads and trip were great, went right up round Skye then up round Gailoch and wick it was **** hot. Best roads on the planet if you ask me.

Enjoy the T

Cheers

'Tis a blessing that my fairst names Hamish so that I can understand you lot... being from the Colonies and all...