Alert bloggees will recall how the rant was unearthed by Google when someone put in the string :Swinger in Stranraer called Bill. It is believed by one contact to refer to a rather desperate but comely lass who having arrived from Belfast on a cold, wet and windy night on the HSS Ferry and being too late (thanks to Mr Fish's weather in the Irish Sea) to find a hotel or onward transport was befriended in a down town bar by a guy who gave his name as Bill; He was very generous with his offer of a bed for the night and although lacking in the Full Scottish breakfast department was happy to share his sleeping facility with the comely castaway. Time passed as it does and she now finds that she is one father short two parents and is anxious to acquaint Bill with his paternal responsibilities. Sadly his phone number which he scribbled down on parting seems to be a digit short (and he appears to be ex directory anyway) and his e-mail mail box is constantly full. So the poor lass is very keen to get what help she can to find Dear Bill.
Blog-ed asks if my contact can vouch for the accuracy of this story. He can't but reckons it is a likely tale as any-so thank you Bill for your input and will try and look you up next time we are going to Norn Iron.
