
Scottish Word: Troot.
Jings it’s the muckle minginishrie broon troot. Gey rare. If I wiz you I wid bide still and no cairry-oan like a fly oan tap o the watter, ye dinni want tae end up a catch … Continue reading Troot.

Jings it’s the muckle minginishrie broon troot. Gey rare. If I wiz you I wid bide still and no cairry-oan like a fly oan tap o the watter, ye dinni want tae end up a catch … Continue reading Troot.

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.

Diini be feart Flyman for I have Granny Giles’s hat peen tae set ye free. With yin mighty poke I shall burst yer evil bubble. Translate: peen: pin. Do not be frightened Flyman for I have … Continue reading Peen.

Ah ken ye think ahm bein fykerie but ahm no diving in there wi-oot that lifebelt. Throw it in. Noo, is there enough sugar? Ye ken I like twa lumps. Ahn tak a tot o the … Continue reading Fykerie

Ah’m affy chancy ye ken tae have a musician perched oan the nok. He can sing anaw. Naebuddy I Ken’s sae chancy as me tae say they hae a craw’s nest wi a craw, braw singer … Continue reading Chancy.

I’m giving up the bagpipes and going back tae the pan pipes sic as you’re uisin. Playin this big boy here is like wrastlin wi an octopus in pain. Ahn forebye efter I’ve had a guid … Continue reading Bagpipes.

Ah dinni ken why the High Heid Yins telt us to stay oot o the fog it’s guid fun tae dangle yer nedder regions oot o sicht. It’s kind o skeerie really dae ye no think? … Continue reading Nedder.

Consider yersel telt. Yer no using my coo tae play fitba wi heids. I dinni care that it saftens them up fur ye and shoogles oot the een. Dae the wark yersel. A heid as a … Continue reading Fitba.

They’re no wice. I ken they ken oan frae aff. I’ve pooerit the mense o human kind frae planet earth into thon puddock. AND it kens hoo tae work thon oan & aff furlie tae turn … Continue reading Oan.

Oan the sicht o yer unbawndonit muckle bouk swimmin unner I wiz sweirt tae row on tae the rocket. But ah kent not ye spaikit the Scots weel or wiz a stravaiginger o the galaxy yersel. … Continue reading Unbawndonit.