Saturday, 24 January 2009
It's no all full on swimmin, cyclin, kayakin and sippin gently on yer sundown g&t oot here ye ken. Sometimes we go oot on Bart's boat all day firra nosh up, big shwally and a right good whack o the nonsense. Yesterday was Auchmore Donald's birthday so we got in that saddle and rode the pony hard fae the back o 10 til sunset (half 6ish).
Choons for the day were mainly supplied by Donnie and Abbie - a coupla right barry nutjobs fae Invershneck (Brummy accent of the North i reckon). Anyway, sounds on deck included heaps o cool blue jazz followed by a wee mad Madchester hour and a healthy dose o early early Dylan. There wiz some ruff tuff dub stuff goin on anaw. One must tip ones musical titfer in the direction o the lads fae up North, even if o them is a hun. Copie's a hun anaw so they're no aw bad i guess.
One o KC's other favourite phrases pops out his gob on days like yesterday. He's usually exhaling a shooge puff as he looks up and gives it "Appee Daze". Well said KC.