
Scottish Word: Choller.
Och it’s jist a falset neb! I thoucht yer choller had swollen. It wiz sonsie mind, ye ken. Translate: choller: double chin, wattles of a cock Gosh it is just a false nose. I thought your … Continue reading Choller.

Och it’s jist a falset neb! I thoucht yer choller had swollen. It wiz sonsie mind, ye ken. Translate: choller: double chin, wattles of a cock Gosh it is just a false nose. I thought your … Continue reading Choller.

Moudie, massel ahn Rattons here are wonderin if the whittrets ahn futtrets are gonna tak us seriously eneuch when we set aboot them. What wi us wearin oor red noses anaw. Nae meanin tae be disrespeckfu … Continue reading Whittret.

“Weel Moudie auld pal, hoo long’s thon neb been yirdit then, dae ye ken?” Spiered the hoolet frae its delf in the tree. Translate: yirdit: buried “Well Mole, my old friend, how long has that nose … Continue reading Yirdit.

Yer a scourie reebald McMurdoch, yer turnin this dog fight intae a richt collieshangie. It’s no on. Haggis Bombs is no allood. It’s biological weapons ahm tellin ye! No legal. No legal ataw. Dae ye hear … Continue reading Collieshangie.

Weel done min, Captain Frumpsqualler the first is noo straicht jist like ye straichtened Skew Bazzer Whiffington ahn the ithers, but ah see Baw Graip Clatterbutt the third is noo the squint yin. Ye’ll hae tae … Continue reading Squint.

That’s the benefit o sniffer snakes oer yer bludhoons, ye dinni need tae kert aroond heavy manacles. Ye jist fling the snake at yer miscreant ahn it taigles him up an it diz aw the restraining … Continue reading Rinagate.

We’re no gonna rook ye entirely, we’re no thon sort o pirate. But gie us yer siller wrapped in yir five pund note, we ken aw aboot it, yir bow tie, your collar, an forby thon … Continue reading Rook.

Yon jug’s his preferred recipe. He maks it fae the pot beer oot o the still ahn adds a guid helpin o foreshot tae shairpen the taste tae his liking. Ah dinni grudge it, he’s bin … Continue reading Foreshot.

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.

Diz yer weeyin want saut n veenegar wi his supper? Ahn what aboot a pickled egg half price, as they’re a wee bit green? Translate: saut: salt. Does your small child want salt and vinegar with … Continue reading Saut.