"Oor Wullie", drawn by the great Dudley D. Watkins, was avidly devoured in weekly format and also the Christmas Annuals were a major highlight. Wullie used to sit on a bucket and have a gang comprising Wee Eck, Fat Boab and Soapy Soutar.
Spookily I still have a Scottish Uncle Wullie who once worked alongside Billy Connolly when he was a welder in the Clyde shipyards. Many years ago he retired and moved out from Glasgow to Troon on the West coast.
His lady friend lives in Essex and Mrs Rine recently asked me why he doesn't move down there.
"Is it inertia?", she asked.
"Yes. that's where Troon is", I replied.
15 comments:
It is a long way to Essex.
Did he move there in the hope that, one day, he would be able to use that response? I hope so.
Dave: 600 miles and about 45 years.
Vicus: He did think about moving to Dublin but realised that was in Eire.
...and did the long suffering Mrs Rine give you a slap?
Jings, crivens and help ma boab.
So it was your Uncle Wullie who said to the man standing with his back to the fire "Is that yer Ayrshire bacon?"
Kaz: How did you guess?
Richard: Awa ye wee scunner!
Christopher: Badoom! .... and indeed Tish!
Tush, mon, tush.
What, no links to Troon's famous golf course?
Christopher: Thanks for alerting me to your tush.
Geoff: Do you know I've only just got the "links" thing! I didn't have you down as a checked trousers sort of chap!!
Geoff : ... although "check trousers" is probably your watchword before you leave for the station in the morning.
This is a great way of improving the number of comments, isn't it? Anyone been to Farnborough Ayrshire?
Bless you!
I haven't played a round for 25 years. You never lose it, though. Unless, of course, you drive into the rough.
Geoff: Putting all that aside, there's still a fairway to go.
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