I have my passport, have taken a crash course in Street-Fighting, have learnt to war a skirt and have dyed my hair ginger.
I have also had a tattoo of Scotchland Forever on my bulging forearm just like Sean Connery.
I will not be linked to broadband until next Friday so I wish my fellow ABer's a fond adieu for 7 days and I hope it will be nice and sunny. Because no doubt it will be raining cats, dogs and haggises up there in bandit country.
Ack Aye the noo (SP???)
Cheerio and long live Bonnie Prince Charlie.
(PS, it is a known fact that the scotch women have an average of 12 teeth missing. It is acceptable to comment upon this, or is it taboo?, thanks)
Next time I'm in Edinburgh we'll meet up for a pint. I'll buy, thus dispelling the myth that jocks are tighter that a gnats chuff. Heck I'll even through in a haggis supper seeing it's my old 'comrade in arms' Minter