
Scottish Word: Fou.
The clachan yill had made me canty, I was na fou, but just had plenty: I stacher’d whyles, but yet took tent ay To free the ditches; An’ hillocks, stanes, an’ bushes, kend ay Frae ghaists … Continue reading Fou.
The clachan yill had made me canty, I was na fou, but just had plenty: I stacher’d whyles, but yet took tent ay To free the ditches; An’ hillocks, stanes, an’ bushes, kend ay Frae ghaists … Continue reading Fou.
Oooyah! Ah thocht ye were a gowster for certie there Widdles. That wiz a close squeek, yir cheese is in twa. Translate: gowster: goner, turned into a ghost. Oh my gosh! I thought you were a … Continue reading Gowster.
Prof? Div ye no hear me? Ah’m aw a munsie wi my muckle gloves. Nae help ava. So if I wiz yersel I’d bakarties tae me gleg like. Yer aboot tae snib yer anti-grav-whigmaleerie o poust … Continue reading Backarties.
Wee cawed them the Rob Sorby’s cos they yuised shairp impliments like saws, n chissels, n aixes o steel what made them tae be feared. Hail wids o oor kin, the size o a shire, wid … Continue reading Rob Sorby.
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.
Jings that wiz Sinjin Pithoolwait efter a rabiator oan the back o Sangria and she’s got a bleezin skelter on. She’s losing twigs o birch frae her besom at a feersum rate which micht gar her … Continue reading Skelter.
I mind when this wiz packed fou o young moles wi their een skinklin frae the hunners o candle lanterns lining the mirrored waws. Happy days. Jiggin in the flichterin licht tae the disco beat, fu … Continue reading Skinkle.
It taks me oors tae walk in here tae deliver yer mail Sharma ahn there ye sit daein nithin, no even offerin me a cup o tea or a drink o yer ginger. And whits mair … Continue reading Oors.
Gi’im peace woman it soothers the loun in this time o trial. It cam in wi the flotsam frae the noo gigantic gyres o aw the junk frae aw the flooded leids aroond the warld. Gaithered … Continue reading Soother.
Them wee peerie folk are all ye get free on the NHS in England noo but they’re why yer faither swallies his medicine. Cos they’re sae peerie he thinks he’s deleerit ahn the medicine isnie real … Continue reading Peerie.