
Scottish Word: Bulfie.
Nae fear Santa I ken yer no a bulfie bloke. Yer even mair o a skinnymalink than me an lanky too. Despite yer fat neb. We aw ken, cos yer thermal long johns oan the washin … Continue reading Bulfie.
Nae fear Santa I ken yer no a bulfie bloke. Yer even mair o a skinnymalink than me an lanky too. Despite yer fat neb. We aw ken, cos yer thermal long johns oan the washin … Continue reading Bulfie.
Is it no magic this neibourhood, no leaves tae rake or blaw, nae grass tae mow. Nae beasties in the hoose, nae burds crappin oan the car, nae neibours revin up their hedge trimmers, total peace … Continue reading Neibourhood.
The alairm’s aff, whaur’s yer KULF! Hiv ye no been telt it’s a maun-be fur them that sail in oor modern oceans. If ye dinni huv yer ‘Keepie Up Life Float’ (KULF tae you) yer likely … Continue reading Maun-be.
Dad. Mither sez frae noo on yiv aye tae wash yer bouk in the fairm tank whenivir yiv been muckin oot the shairnie grumphie. Ahn she wunners if there’s no an easier wye tae shift the … Continue reading Warsle.
Ah’m a craw an canni sing so the maister steam-smith made me this furlie so I can mak my ain music. He loves craws. Ah keep the fire stoked and the steam organ toots awa played … Continue reading Maister.
Noo grannie McFearty o the Hurcheons o Dimwittie please dinni flee into a fyke cos yer tass o tea’s on the cuil side – no heated tae bilin het sic as ye like it. Ye ken … Continue reading Hurcheon.
Hoo dare ye! Hoo dare ye even think ye might have trow shairn oan yer boot from the gravel trows! Gravel Trow shairn’s aye gently blown oot their nether end as rock dust in the twilight. … Continue reading Shairn.
The Coo pat slinger. [Night! And oor hero and Malkie Fu expert is oot and aboot … hunting the phantom coopat slinger. Accompanied by his trusty companion – THE DOCTOR.] The doctor: “Aye weel, it’s a … Continue reading Stammer.
The grochlin ‘n gobbin as he creeps aboot the tunnels aye gies plenty o warnin Gollum’s aboot. Guid job he disni ken we kin climb up oot o the watter tae hide amongst the stalactites, cracks … Continue reading Grochle.
Aye! Weel may ye sing o’ the maut, the meikle black deil, an th’ Exciseman. Ahn while it’s verry guid o ye tae trade sae fairly yer port an brandy for my braw hame made whisky … Continue reading Maut.