Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Gathlick

Dropped son-blog off at St Andrews yesterday and went for a coffee. On the way we met a lady who took a shine to his beard. She was in her fifties/sixties/seventies, (I think), and was wearing a vest -type top showing off her chest tattoos.

She told us, through the impediment of only having two teeth, that there had been a "Gathlick".

I apologised for not understanding. She repeated that there had been a "Gathlick". Could she have meant Catholic, I wondered?

Seemingly not, the Gathlick was at the leisure centre.

After more attempts than was decent we worked out it was a gas leak!

Monday, 3 August 2015

Life!!!

I haven't blogged for a while and I cannot work out if there has been too little going on in my life or too much (so much so that I haven't had time to write the blog).

Here is a summary of what you have missed...

Mrs Blog "We are going to have burgers with pozzarella". (No typo!)

Daughter Blog "Dad your aftershave smells nice!" (I wasn't wearing any. It was my hair wax she was smelling).

Daughter Blog "My favourite TV quiz was Masterchair".

Chickens eat pretzels

Gannet poo smells of fish

Gannet poo smells so strong you can smell it up-wind 500 metres away

Gannets poo on sea kayaks.