Many years ago, I was in a pub hotel in Leeds with my brothers, gathering refreshment shortly before my younger brother was due to wed his Yorkshire bride later that day. We were all wearing kilts for the occasion, naturally (yes, that does cover the obvious question). The barman being an observant gentleman approached our table and enquired, "Did tha come down here from Scotland?".
"Aye!", said I.
"Did tha come down M6 through Lancashire?"
"We did." said I.
"Did tha shut gate?..."
Well, I've scrolled all the way down the page from this and although Bill's gates and Diane's Italian heritage and was there something in there about Malc's Vikings? were all very entertaining, I'm still laughing at TT's story. Could have something to do with the wee dram in which I'm indulging. Looking at the Dalwhinnie bottle made me think of Roger and then I thought I've been neglecting my Beau Peep mates, so here I am havering again.
Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm going to bed now, before I embarrass myself again.
The embarrassing part is that I've only had one pretty wee one.
Night all.
