Nae the full shilling, awa in the heid, affen the knot, gytit, no wise, a nine bob note, dementit, deleerit? No a bit o it lassie. Translation: deleerit: delirious, insane, mad. In an incomplete state of … Continue reading Deleerit.
We’re kent as the Rat Catchers McGinty ahn Co. ya muckle ugly halliracker fugie furball ye. Ahn ahm gien ye fair warnin, Rob Roy, that although yer wanted deid or alive we’re going tae tak ye … Continue reading Fugie.
Noo this is a bairnie shot an it’s a chip ontae the green no a drive. And Mak sure ye dinni hit the big yin in the ee, nor tak a divot oot o his luif … Continue reading Bairnie.
We snowkit yer weet bitch green bogie-roll tabacha – twa glens awa. We kent where ye wiz even afore ye started tae licht the baccie in yer no sae sma pipe – reekin an feuchin at … Continue reading Snowk
Here ye go pal. Free peh’s for the moutit an no forgetting yir wee birsie dug. The wicked coont their worth by the gowd they haud. And the guid coont their worth by the acts they … Continue reading Moutit
Goldilocks with the three bears, at supper instead of breakfast, addressing the Haggis; “Wee chieftain o the pudden race, hunted by the fierce o face, slaverin an snortin an fu o fang nae matter that yiv … Continue reading Jine
Noo keep yer protective macintosh jaikit oan aw the time and aye keep yer hood up when yer oot in the sulphuric rain and stay awa frae the nitric bobbin-quaws an acidic rouks. An nae skelpin … Continue reading Bobbin-Qwaw
Look, it’s the loom o morn awready ya evil basket. You’ve nae time tae squat there moodily indulging in existential angst o’er death, entropy and the ennuii o immortality all o-er the heid o yer morning … Continue reading Loom o morn
Pit the fit doon! pit the fit doon! There’s a muckle xenoc birk o a bairn’t’ll mak a munsie o us like all bairns do wi toys if we dinni get oot o here spankie like. … Continue reading Birk (2).
The tounser moose aa’n the teuchter moose. “For the umpteenth time, there’s nae drains awa oot here. So tak yir chantie leavin’s tae the midden aback o the byre whaur ah’m aboot tae empty this pail … Continue reading Tounser