Scottish Word: Tounser.
The tounser moose aa’n the teuchter moose. “For the umpteenth time, there’s nae drains awa oot here. So tak yir chantie leavin’s tae the midden aback o the byre whaur ah’m aboot tae empty this pail … Continue reading Tounser.
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Scottish Word: Mell.
Noo, Bone Breaker Bill. Yir clear that this is no personal. Nae bad feelins like. I’m jist gonna mell yir coupon a bitty tae mak it worthy o the muckle donations that Cell Blocks’ A, B, … Continue reading Mell.
Scottish Word: Puss.
This is the 40 puss a meenit cheenger, ye jig yir siller caird through this slot tae mak yir red nose day donation an awa she goes. Wi jist need tae get the Winkleman worried look … Continue reading Puss.
Scottish Word: Pussie.
“This muckle puss pentin’s a pussie o a job wid ye no say?” “Aye aye, very funny, g’oan wi it.” Translate: pussie: a pain in the backside, not pleasant, messy and unrewarding. “This gigantic face painting … Continue reading Pussie.
Scottish Word: Hagger.
Haggert in hauf. Yin the kyte n shanks leckin blude, yin the pow n shouders seemin wice. Whit pairt airtens t’ither n tae whaur? Whit pairt mishanters n whit clecks thouchts? Twa th’gither yet alane, mirkit, … Continue reading Hagger.
Scottish Word: Feersum.
Takin notes. Heid abuzz wi emotional bangs, roars n skraichs, hail universes destruct ahn feersum rocket ingines blaw the stars tae bits. Aw soond fa fu o feem an smeddum fit tae sink a planet – … Continue reading Feersum.
Scottish Word: Thraw.
Yerd, cauld bleezin, thraws a raggit cleuk tae ruik the sky ahn frae that mirken scartit maw the arras spew doon tae die. Yin burd flees n caws aboon, minted tae smuir adoon that maw, t’ither … Continue reading Thraw.
Scottish Word: Bumbee.
Twa pots, twa flooers yin bumbee frae oot o the blue. a trumpet an fireworks near tae a scart an scuddle bit jist no quite – hope. Owersettins: bumbee: bumblebee. (This is one of several from … Continue reading Bumbee.
Scottish Word: Troosers, troos.
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low, Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go, And all the lassies shout hello, Donald where’s your troosers… Owersettins: troosers: troos trousers. Let the wind blow … Continue reading Troosers, troos.
Scottish Word: Skreek.
Sittin in a meeting wi ma heid in a pot o blethers, goin roond in circles bilin awa, The pen moves again on the pepper, an the scribbles skreek oot frae under, no kenning whit they’ll … Continue reading Skreek.