“Aye weel Janus it’s thon time o year again.” Translate: thon: indicating something more remote from a person than another or others. “Yes indeed Janus it is that time of year again.” The Scottish Word: thon … Continue reading Thon.
Thon carlin winni care that it’s jist yer auld hearing aid. If we’re caught she’ll go jist as hard on us for usin that as she would if we’d used devilisch speirin whigmaleeries. Anyway I think … Continue reading Carline.
He couldni be in better hauns than wee Hoolet Erchie there to be cairried forrit into the New Year. He’s nivir drapped a soul yet twixt one year an the next. Mind his pipe leaves an … Continue reading Cairry
Gaffer are ye sure ye didni feel thon hotch or hear thon splash? I’m sure I heard it despite the niver endin muittit moaning o this wanless wancheery whale? Mind, there’s red nebbed whale free-ers in … Continue reading Hotch.
It’s a fash tae me hoo his glamouried ivy an holly wreath cantled wi mistletoe along wi his favourite herbal medicinal smoke on top o several glasses of Fortified Cranberry Juice is no sootherin his feuch. … Continue reading Cantle.
Staun bye Dusknötte! Here’s a guid sturdy gowf tae the back o yer napper. It’ll poust even mair stievely yer moyen oot o yer bonnie blue een tae bring thon Xburd doon. I read it in … Continue reading Moyen.
What am I daein here stuck wi you, ya doxy walrus and thon Orca that canni mak a decent cocktail if his life depended on it. No craik, nae farin, nae gemms, nae jiggin, nae singin, … Continue reading Doxy.
Jings, we didni hauf rooze up thon bear by peltin it wi stanes. Oniegate we’re sauf noo Erchie, she’ll be awa lickin her birses at hame. C’mon oot – nae worries, she disni ken aboot this … Continue reading Rooze.
The loun loves tae see the Hogmanay in wi his vegan slug juice. But the fasherie thon stuff brings isnae real. The slugs robbed o their usual fare tae mak it are eatin oor food noo. … Continue reading Fasherie.
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.