Belting out a UK top ten hit (1989) at the top of his voice in the bath on a wild and stormy night at the top of the lighthouse.
The 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…


troosers: troos trousers.

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low, through the streets in my kilt I’ll go, And all the young ladies shout hello, Donald where’s your trousers…

The Scottish Word: troosers with its definition and its meaning illustrated and captioned with the word used in context in the Scots language and in English.

The original artist: Andy Stewart; Scottish singer, entertainer and composer.
The song: accompanied by an entertaining video (warning: views of bare scottish bottoms ahead).

False Start.

The man in the bath was already half done when I came back to it after a year and finished it in 2014. I thought at the time that this was my return to doing my weekly illustrated word. I was wrong. It was well over another year before I managed to do so.


I now (2022) know that anhedonia is one of the key indicators of serious clinical depression. Anhedonia is defined as a loss of interest or pleasure. A loss of interest in seemingly everything; food, sex, alcohol, good company, art, drawing, painting, video and games etc.

So even though I could make a good job of the illustration there was no enjoyment, pleasure or satisfaction forthcoming in the act. it was cerebral only with no numinosity involved.  And without that kind of feedback loop there is no inner energy released to continue however much rational and willpower you think you can bring to bear.

For people with anhedonia, the reward process has come unhinged and only now do I understand why I failed to do any more for so long despite the genuine intent to do so.


Duty was my stand in. Duty doesn’t required emotions or reward. It’s the fulfillment of an obligation to another. And it kept me alive and functioning at work and at home. Duty doesn’t apply to a hobby.

5 thoughts on “Troosers, troos.

  1. recent eerie experience watching Sara Connor Chronicles. Terminator Cromarty sitting with child Savannah singing in duet “Donald, where’s your trousers?” Eat your heart out Arnie!

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