One has to exercise discretion. And this really was not appropriate for the Recipes board.
Nae neeps? Nae tatties?
Well, sorry, for me it was aye neeps and tatties. Ah min' once in the Refectory, some toonser ca'in me an ma pals teuchters. Agressive, like.
He was lookin' for a fecht. He was wastin' his time.
I jist mind sayin', aye, I'm a teuchter. And prood o't.
Fan I woke up the next day, I couldna tell ye if it wis a hangover or a skelp roon' the lug, Bit I think we won.
We crawled oot o' the RL, helped each ither across the road, and the mannie in the chippie kent fit we wir wantin.
It wis aye the same. One white pudden (me), twa reid and twa black. There were aye five o' us.
Fitivver, if there's onybody here wis enjoying themselves in Auld Aiberdeen the same time as me, they'll be able tae answer this question.
Fa owned, and sung and played in, the Bobbin Mill on King Street (as it wis then)?
Clue - his first name wis Ken, and probably still is.
Davie Hepburn, greatest bass player ever graced the planet.
Fitivver, if ye were drunk enough, ye'd get a bus tae Holburn Street, and catch MacFolk at the Malt Mill.
*Bunion were Mike Keavey and Eddie Ross. Eddie was sh*t hot on the bagpipes. Mike is advertised in some pub in Wick this weekend. Ah thocht he wis deid. Maybe I should check oot and report back.