Once upon a time Scaur FC, an amateur football team in
Nithsdale, penetrated through to the qualifying stages of the Scottish Cup and
were drawn against a team from Motherwell who arrived in the wee village with
a bus load of supporters who were soon running backwards and forwards to the
little field behind the pub photographing sheep and sending them back to their
relatives on their phones. "I've never seen one so close. They're quite
friendly looking, eh?" In the pub some of the visitors had cornered a
local woman and were asking "aye but what de ye dae?. I mean fir
fun? or fir a hairdo?". It was very much a clash of cultures, though everyone got on
famously. After they'd left, a stalwart of the club Geordie Logan described how
another time they'd been visited by folk from the city and someone had remarked about one of the sheep which had been dipped bright orange.
"Aye", Geordie had said, "that's the type they get the goalies'
jerseys from."
Thursday, 17 April 2014
Sunday, 6 April 2014
No Deid Yet
Traditional response of the auld heid to the salutary greeting “How are ye?”- “No deid yet.” This response sums up in just three words the indominatibility
of the human spirit while simultaneously giving a glimpse of the depths of terrible
suffering experienced by the auld heid in the normal everyday course
of his long existence. An alternative to no
deid yet, if the auld heid is
being playfully loquacious would be “Hingin
on”, or “Just hingin on an nae mair”.
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