Maverick Goose
A jumped up pantry boy, who never knew his place
- Location
- A champagne supernova in the sky
IIRC Loch Ness is the deepest loch, followed by Loch Morar.
Tea?
- Thread starter 172traindriver
- Start date
Page may contain affiliate links. Please see terms for details.
Mo1959
Legendary Member
- Location
- Perthshire,Scotland
Is it your radio ham stuff?The answer could lie in this
View attachment 438846
@classic33 won't find this a challenge
I thought the female of the species 'glowed' or 'perspired'
Bloods in a week or so
aaaaaaaaaaaaagh
OP
OP
172traindriver
Legendary Member
here. 
Bobby Mhor
Guru
- Location
- Behind You
No chance, I'm a big fearty
Mine was in the dreich...but enjoyableJust back from a 17 mile bimble. Lovely in the sun.
RR
73
OP
OP
172traindriver
Legendary Member
Mo1959
Legendary Member
- Location
- Perthshire,Scotland
Off for an afternoon stroll. Gets dark so early now. 
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
classic33
Leg End Member
Hope you enjoy your afternoon donder.Off for an afternoon stroll. Gets dark so early now.
Mo1959
Legendary Member
- Location
- Perthshire,Scotland
I took a picture of someone taking a picture. Lol.Havent seen any pictures lately Mrs D.
Any today?
classic33
Leg End Member
Now if he'd the camera pointing at you when that was taken.
Bobby Mhor
Guru
- Location
- Behind You
classic33
Leg End Member
Why?After the watershed , please
Bob runs like HELL
Bobby Mhor
Guru
- Location
- Behind You
Just feel like a run
classic33
Leg End Member
Down the high street?Just feel like a run
Bobby Mhor
Guru
- Location
- Behind You
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toon, Up stairs an' doon stairs in his nicht-gown, Tirlin' at the window, crying at the lock, "Are the weans in their bed, for it's now ten o'clock?"
"Hey, Willie Winkie, are ye comin' ben? The cat's singin grey thrums to the sleepin hen, The dog's speldert on the floor and disna gie a cheep, But here's a waukrife laddie, that wunna fa' asleep."
Onything but sleep, you rogue, glow'ring like the moon, Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon, Rumblin', tumblin' roon about, crawin' like a cock, Skirlin like a kenna-what, waukenin' sleepin' fock.
"Hey Willie Winkie, the wean's in a creel, Wamblin' aff a bodie's knee like a verra eel, Ruggin' at the cat's lug and raveling a' her thrums- Hey Willie Winkie – see there he comes."
Wearit is the mither that has a stoorie wean, A wee, stumpie, stousie, that canna rin his lane, That has a battle aye wi' sleep afore he'll close an e'e- But a kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew to me.
