Move Over Nelson. You're HistoryI don't know why I do it-and I am not sure I should thank
Town Mouse for making me aware of this link
here but it is totally compulsive and a complete time waster.
Perhaps Anthony Gormley, a northerner by inclination, might consider a similar project in the Borders; possibly a plinth on the Paxton Village green, or in the Market Square in Duns to encourage local exhibitionists to enjoy their hour of fame. It would be a great platform for Mr Ritchie the self proclaimed acting Regent for Stuart Scotland. Raising his profile a bit.There might have to be local ground or above the ground rules; the market square can be a windy place and I suggest a No Kilts policy. The true Scot is not always equipped to display his credentials impressively especially on a not much of a demand basis. The Angel of the North has the air of a flasher with an outspread overcoat but we don't want to encourage the real thing
AS it happens there was a kilted Scot on the plinth earlier today with a cut out model of his family and not much to say apart from listening to him on his mobile to his mum.
Riveting it wasn't. But with only one hour per plinther, boredom is unlikely to be a problem
Labels: Anthony Gormley, Kilts, Plinth, Trafalgar Square
Coming as a Campbell?
Someone on Berwickshire 'Freecycle' is anxious to find a kilt-32-34inch waist. Any kilt apparently.
I wonder if this is wise. Kilts indicate loyalties-your clan and this guy appears not to bother what flag he may have to fly? I wonder if he has considered what might happen if he turns up at an ethnic event, bekilted, bespoke sporran, dirk filled long socks-and he is wearing a Campbell Tartan.
And it is a Macleod event. Could be hairy that.
And not just
under the Kilt.
Be like proud Edward and think again. That's Huttonian's advice
Labels: Kilts