
Scottish Word: Mant.
Jist look at that mooth fou o bonnie sang ahn no a hint o mantin tae be seen. If she wiz spikin insteid o singin she’d be mantin as bad as an auld reversin steam puffer … Continue reading Mant.
Jist look at that mooth fou o bonnie sang ahn no a hint o mantin tae be seen. If she wiz spikin insteid o singin she’d be mantin as bad as an auld reversin steam puffer … Continue reading Mant.
Illustration Friday as a site no longer exists. Illustration Friday was a web site where a random word was posted every Friday. You then had the option to submit a link connecting to an illustration you … Continue reading Illustration Friday.
He’s queeryin, whilst takin parteecular note o us wearin waders, if we’re bein willfully thrawart in no seein the watter. He’ll gie us that it’s crystal clear but denying watter’s there ataw he taks as bein … Continue reading Thrawart.
It’s irrelevant that ye sprauchle up a tree cos ye hae a gastrous dreid o cats ya munce ye. Trees is oor second hame. How dae ye no know that? Onywye what cat’s gonna disreul itsell … Continue reading Sprauchle.
Weel done min, Captain Frumpsqualler the first is noo straicht jist like ye straichtened Skew Bazzer Whiffington ahn the ithers, but ah see Baw Graip Clatterbutt the third is noo the squint yin. Ye’ll hae tae … Continue reading Squint.
Aye! Weel may ye sing o’ the maut, the meikle black deil, an th’ Exciseman. Ahn while it’s verry guid o ye tae trade sae fairly yer port an brandy for my braw hame made whisky … Continue reading Maut.
Canni noo, canni, dinni be jooglin the stick, steady, steady. Tak a meenit, tak a meenit, chap it neat noo. Ye get this richt ye’ve won. Get it wrang wi yir cue baw fawin doon the … Continue reading Joogle.
It’s awfie hamely o ye tae gie me a wee shottie fur the simmer. Yer a guid man Mr Flowerdew. I ayewis thoucht I’d like a go at butlering efter retiring frae gairdnerin. The extra siller’ll … Continue reading Hamely.
Whit tae dae? Whit tae dae? I’m switherin atween reading yin o mha digital buiks o the pochle I hae oan my slippery peerie tait o a screen here or tak in some classic Sci Fi … Continue reading Lairge.
Weel Ladies this is oor battle-air-ship but dinni be fooled – the airmour’s paper thin tae keep her licht eneuch so’s the aerium gas in her bladders’ll lift her quick so’s we kin rocket awa gleg … Continue reading Licht.