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That is either a very well trained dog or a member of dogs for Indy group. lol:-)
Ah, but Arbroath, is it a Labour for Independence dog, or an infiltrator from the SNP? That IS the question.
It's a Spotted National Pointer according to my British flora and fauna book.
Scottish National Pointer>>>>>
trisThe lover of all things French pardon me for not feeling the samejust got back from the Cote de azur. holidayOn arrival to Nice aeroport due to circumstance had to get Taxito Frejus which cost us 185 euros one way .feck feck feck feck!I blame you and your love of France for convincing me togive it a go on me hols.More Later
Quite so, Niko, I blame that old bat Petula Clark, the French President!
Oh Niko, je suis tout à fait désolé d’entendre de tes malheurs. But, you see, you chose to go to a part of France frequented by the millionaire classes from the UK. Le pauvre conducteur de taxi must have looked at you and assumed that you were one of them... you know, a bloated capitalist. He maybe even have mistaken you for Tony Blair or George Osborne, or both.I'm sorry you feel that it's my fault, but obviously as you do, and me being a good Scotsman, I'll refund the money to you by the next post, as long as I can get it out of that old bat, Peculiar Quack!!If not, I've heard that John Brownlie is rolling in dosh, and I'm sure he wouldn't miss £150 or whatever they use for currency on that island of his, sheep dung or peat patties...
To be fair to Pet, as I used to call her in our more "intimate" moments, she would not approve of you, as a bit of a forelock tugger, coming to France. I do recall her saying to me "Oh Oui" which I took to be an insult, made my excuses and left! I never had complaints of that nature from Bessie Braddock, I can assure you - in order to assert my masculinity!
Before you start, Tris, yes I am bored since your Mum knocked me back for bringing round an "inferior" bottle of wine. What did she expect for £1.50, plus 50% off, at Lidl's?
Maybe Bertie Braddock of whatever his name was wasn't used to better like our Pet... or notre Pétulante Pét, as the French like to call her (and I thought was a bit of an insult until I discovered that pétulant(e) means sexy in French).As for the bottle of wine at £1.50 with a further 75p reduction because it didn't have a cork, she wouldn't have minded if you hadn't drunk most of it by the time you arrived and were singing Boris Bradox's greatest 'its at the top of your voice. That kind of behaviour might go down well on the islands, but in the better heeled residential areas of Dundee, one is not amused by it.And I am unanimous in that!
I'll be in touch this weekend. It would be good to get a few of us. Do you want me to see if any of the Guardian crowd are free?
I have left a message on Conan's blog as he has just posted a new piece, a sad one.
Aye, that's sad, Snotty. I hope he manages to get in touch and that he gets comfort from your thoughtful message.