Scottish Word: Sweem.
Anither rip tide swimmer that’s droonin. Grippin 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. →
Noo noo Karntarnoc – be respectfu, nae snash or sneist, ahn dinni gie the man a fleg. They’re a wraikful flichty lot an kin wheich up a brae an oer the tap in a blink o … Continue reading Wraikful. →
“… Awa, ye selfish, warly race, Wha think that havins, sense, an’ grace, Ev’n love an’ friendship, should gie place, To catch-the-plack! I dinna like to see your face, Nor hear your crack. But ye whom … Continue reading Catch-The-Plack. →
Here’s hoo its goin tae go doon. As ye weel ken – us cats rule the multiverses – as it’s aye been – and it’ll go very bad for your species if ye deal oot onie … Continue reading Kippage. →
“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: Futtle.
Ah’ve jist telt ye that it’s jist mha neb herrs I’m wantin dealt wi here. I ken yir jist an artificial intelligence inside that hairless blue plastic napper o yours. But thers gibbles particular tae sneckin … Continue reading Futtle. →
Scottish Word: Saison.
Listen ya daft dug, winter’s gone. I’m no gonna kick ye along oniemair and I’m telt silence is wisdom – better than onie speech. Hoo-ever. Everything has its saisons, an we hae tae tak tent o … Continue reading Saison. →
Ye did very weel no buryin mha wee dug when ye heard it scartin n screevin oan the lid o its kist. But I’m no peyin. Will I whuffle. It’s no my fault ye howkit a … Continue reading Whuffle. →
Scottish Word: Pease.
Can ah eat aw o yer pease if ah give ye aw o mha Easter Crackers? Ye ken oor Easter Crackers are tae mind us o the forcible crakin open o the Guid Great Purple Dinosaur’s … Continue reading Pease. →
Scottish Word: Wraith.
Fie! Awa wi ye! I dinni believe in wraiths, ah’ve no reached my three score an ten yet, nivir mind the rest. Awa an gie me peace tae enjoy my smoke o extra strong special baccy, … Continue reading Wraith. →