Well , well your generosity has no boundaries.
We tend to go along with both as minimalist as possible, its a load of nonsense in my book but hey ho.Chrtistmas was never treated as a priority in Scotland a few decades ago. But New Year/Hogmannay was another matter! Now the two seem to have merged. My solution is to hide!
Your point is?
I do make some difference around Christmas, not because of religion or material gain, but because a lot of my friends and family make (in many cases not inconsiderable) effort to make it a time when we catch up and spend time together.Chrtistmas was never treated as a priority in Scotland a few decades ago. But New Year/Hogmannay was another matter! Now the two seem to have merged. My solution is to hide!
hope the car wasn't drivableDinner was 15 minutes out on a frosty and sharp Xmas day in ‘03, there had been a decent deposit of snow and my then neighbors landed at the door literally steaming drunk after planting his E34 through a hedge backwards down a mountain road.
I quite enjoyed using the old nasher and sheargrab to retrieve it.
Sorry if you assumed that question was for you, it wasn't.
You're the man then . not like have chop some trees down .
Shavings delivered on boxing day bit above?Been on the sherry ?
I started I new job end of November in I think 1973. Christmas day was not a public holiday in Scotland then so I worked a normal day. Fed cattle and went ploughing until afternoon feed. Now New Year, that was different! Can't remember much but ended up in lots of different homes, and being made very welcome in all.Chrtistmas was never treated as a priority in Scotland a few decades ago. But New Year/Hogmannay was another matter! Now the two seem to have merged. My solution is to hide!
Pretty much as above.
Unforttunately (!?) I spent a few years in the Speyside area in the 1970s.
In private houses, the tipples was clerate. Probably not available any more. This was partially distilled unmatured whisky and was filched from a distillery. It had the curious quality of removing your legs! The procedure was to pour clearate into a straight glass, about half way up. Next, take the top off a lemonade bottle. Down the clearante in one go and immediately pour half a glass of lemonade and knock it straight back before taking a breath. Any departure from that course was lethal. Getting up was also a bit of a problem because although it left the head reasonable clear, it cut off all locomotion to the lower legs. I lost two days one New Year on that stuff. I wonder if it is still available? The next thing to it (but nicer in my opinion) is Irish poteen. But that's another story. The effect is similar.
I asked one old boy about illicit distilling in the pub one night. He went very silent. Then nodded and said, "Yes, it's a bit easier now with Calor gas". And that's all he said!
Ah making poteen , now thats a proper alt income !!!!Unforttunately (!?) I spent a few years in the Speyside area in the 1970s.
In private houses, the tipples was clerate. Probably not available any more. This was partially distilled unmatured whisky and was filched from a distillery. It had the curious quality of removing your legs! The procedure was to pour clearate into a straight glass, about half way up. Next, take the top off a lemonade bottle. Down the clearante in one go and immediately pour half a glass of lemonade and knock it straight back before taking a breath. Any departure from that course was lethal. Getting up was also a bit of a problem because although it left the head reasonable clear, it cut off all locomotion to the lower legs. I lost two days one New Year on that stuff. I wonder if it is still available? The next thing to it (but nicer in my opinion) is Irish poteen. But that's another story. The effect is similar.
I asked one old boy about illicit distilling in the pub one night. He went very silent. Then nodded and said, "Yes, it's a bit easier now with Calor gas". And that's all he said!
