Musings from the Merse
Monday, June 09, 2008
Duns Who?
At the Middle Englander party referred to in the Last Post below one guest had the courtesy to take some interest in our move to Duns, perhaps not realising that it is in Scotland. 'Somebody famous came from there?' 'Jim Clarke?' I suggested, although of course he was more closely connected with Chirnside, but why muddy the waters. 'That doesn't ring a bell' he said but then wandered off to talk to someone more interesting. Just as we were about to leave he returned bubbling with excitement-'I have just remembered your famous Duns person- a real giant in his time; oh dear' he is going to say Rabbie Burns and I will have to correct him.' 'Yes' he said : 'Duns was his name
'Duns Scrotus'
Ah well, marks for effort-not unlike the young Essex girl who rushed up to handsome young Scot kitted out in full Highland regalia.Kilt and all the trimmings 'Tell me' she gushed, glancing down to his middle region
'What exactly do you carry in your Scrotum?'
The origin of Man bag perhaps?
At the Middle Englander party referred to in the Last Post below one guest had the courtesy to take some interest in our move to Duns, perhaps not realising that it is in Scotland. 'Somebody famous came from there?' 'Jim Clarke?' I suggested, although of course he was more closely connected with Chirnside, but why muddy the waters. 'That doesn't ring a bell' he said but then wandered off to talk to someone more interesting. Just as we were about to leave he returned bubbling with excitement-'I have just remembered your famous Duns person- a real giant in his time; oh dear' he is going to say Rabbie Burns and I will have to correct him.' 'Yes' he said : 'Duns was his name
'Duns Scrotus'
Ah well, marks for effort-not unlike the young Essex girl who rushed up to handsome young Scot kitted out in full Highland regalia.Kilt and all the trimmings 'Tell me' she gushed, glancing down to his middle region
'What exactly do you carry in your Scrotum?'
The origin of Man bag perhaps?
Labels: Duns Scotus, Highlanders, Manbag
Thursday, October 25, 2007
The Master of Ceremonies at the dinner for Medical Aid for Palestinians at the Scottish Parliament last night was unusually entertaining for a medical academic (Professor of General Practice for goodness sake) and at times bordered on the wilder shores of political correctness-even for a Glaswegian.
Huttonian particularily enjoyed his tip on what to do on a wet day in Dundee-pay for something with a £20 note and watch it go through the local economy.
He also mentioned the sad case of a hieland herd who was up in front of the local sheriff for shooting a Golden Eagle. He explained in court that he was on the point of shooting a rabbit when the eagle swept down and plucked up the rabbit and got in the way of the bullet. He got off. Outside the court the Procurator Fiscal ( who had brought the case) asked the defendant-off the record-what he had done with the body of the Eagle. 'I was brought up to eat anything I killed so I did just that' 'Oh. What did it taste like?'
' A sort of cross between a
Perigrine Falcon
and an Osprey'
Labels: Highlanders, Tall stories
