
Scottish Word: Lairge.
Whit tae dae? Whit tae dae? I’m switherin atween reading yin o mha digital buiks o the pochle I hae oan my slippery peerie tait o a screen here or tak in some classic Sci Fi … Continue reading Lairge.
Whit tae dae? Whit tae dae? I’m switherin atween reading yin o mha digital buiks o the pochle I hae oan my slippery peerie tait o a screen here or tak in some classic Sci Fi … Continue reading Lairge.
Weel done lankie airmed man. Yiv saved me frae a robbin an gien the badjin a crookit nebbit. Mairie me – ah’ll sing yer sang. “The lankie airm man’s no a snarkie deil man, he’s a … Continue reading Lankie.
Weel Devitt, ye ken yer nithin but a nacket. Ahn a peedie een at that. Whit d’ye think ye can dae agin sic a slee sicker o a sodger as the muckle Goliath yonder. An whit’s … Continue reading Nacket.
Bob the saw-fish’s nebs mebbe no as shairp as a new boucht bushman but he’ll risp that moggies air pipe swith eneuch. We’re lucky – if we were in a bowl in the warld o that … Continue reading Risp.
Weel Ladies this is oor battle-air-ship but dinni be fooled – the airmour’s paper thin tae keep her licht eneuch so’s the aerium gas in her bladders’ll lift her quick so’s we kin rocket awa gleg … Continue reading Licht.
Ah’ve div whit ye telt me doctor – fower sets o twenty flaps twice a day iviry day huddin it at least twa inches aff the grund ahn still the wecht winni shift. Ah can barely … Continue reading Wecht.
John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings … Continue reading Brent.
That’s a bleezer o a neb ye’ve got. Did a wee wasp stang ye? Har har. Whaur ye goin? Dinni be sic a feardie daftie – a doot there’s a wasp near here this time o … Continue reading Stang.
“Weeeel seen as ye are the Laird o these pairts we widni sell ye onythin milygant. Only the best oot o oor tray fur yersel. Fresh cuiked on ma wee burner.” “Jist the guidest stuff like … Continue reading Laird.
Yer a forritsome elf jingling oot o the wids like that fur tae get some o my usquebae for yer empty hipper. Weel it’s Hogmanay ahn a cannie deny ye. Tak the tap aff ahn I’ll … Continue reading Forritsome.