Scottish Word: Sweem.

Anither rip tide swimmer that’s droonin. Gruppin their would be rescuer like a limpet ahn thrashin awa agin the current, goin nowhere. They remind me o aw the conspiracy theorists ah ken. It aw seems so … Continue reading Sweem. →

“The Gods are telling yez two stories. Russia/Ukraine and Israel/Palestine. Neibours o sorts. Ahn by the depth o yer hypocrisie anent tae them twa tales is the depth o the level o the pits o Hell … Continue reading Neibour. →
Scottish Word: Yeuk.

Hud yer heid still Clarice, so’s ah can scrat yer yeukit neb! Gettin powtert in the ee is yer ain faut if’n ye fidge ‘n fyke! There’s yir ee agin. Hud yer neb still ah tell … Continue reading Yeuk. →
Scottish Word: Baigie.

Mind, way back, hoo we cam tae feel gey dowf an athoot ettle efter thon cosmic radiation burst what killed aw the organic craiters hereaboots. Weel! I redded oot mha heid pan o them orra auld … Continue reading Baigie. →
Scottish Word: Cuik.

Och faither yer scratcher time cuik buik’s awricht in its way. But dae ye no hae a vegan version? Ahm seek o meat, ah dinni mind tellin ye. And scoffin less o it is one wey … Continue reading Cuik. →
Scottish Word: Goller.

Hey Idris ye ken hoo yer mates are gollerin doon the shank: “If yer seein that wee imaginary man aside ye again, yer breather’s fawn aff – get it back oan or ye’ll dee!” Weel they’re … Continue reading Goller. →

Oan the sicht o yer unbawndonit muckle bouk swimmin unner I wiz sweirt tae row on tae the rocket. But ah kent not ye spaikit the Scots weel or wiz a stravaiginger o the galaxy yersel. … Continue reading Unbawndonit. →

Yer a scourie reebald McMurdoch, yer turnin this dog fight intae a richt collieshangie. It’s no on. Haggis Bombs is no allood. It’s biological weapons ahm tellin ye! No legal. No legal ataw. Dae ye hear … Continue reading Collieshangie. →

Ah’n ahm tellin ye son nae matter hoo laithsome scunnery bluidie this is, the bastards will be rinnin cyclin tours roond the landin sites in seventy five years time. Merk my words. If’m we live so … Continue reading Bluidie. →
Scottish Word: Ingine.

Yin o yer feersum ingines is blawin sparks ahn leavin a trail like it’s a firework. Ahn ma wee green pal hingin oan here, who happens tae be an ingineer, is tellin me what’s likely if … Continue reading Ingine. →