John Watt
Member
Here in the overocean lowlands of the Niagara Peninsula,
I'm getting asked about haggis everywhere I go, and I've never been in the same room with one.
As far as I know, haggis needs to be buried for a couple of weeks, to let it rot,
and is consumed as a gastro-intestinitis aid, if you've been too late in the caves,
with too much dried salmon and too old berries and grains.
It was nice to get a Stuart "winter tartan" scarf, a nice addition with a new winter coat.
I've got a Stuart walking jacket I like to wear.
Your reply here has got me feeling reflective, trying to imagine the scenarios you describe.
And you don't have to replicate my previous answers, bandwidth a constant concern of mine.
Another Rick Wakeman reference does intrude on the meditative mood you engendered.
I had a girlfriend an inch taller than me, 6'1", who looked like Rick Wakeman with the same long hair.
She didn't have a keyboard influence on me, even if I saw parts of her as being as big as his thumbs.
I don't have my father's book of Robert Burns poetry, in English and Gaelic, so I'm not quoting,
as I wish I could.
My parents wouldn't let either grandparents or any aunts and uncles speak Gaelic in front of me,
so I don't even have an accent.
They wanted me to speak proper English, and that's working out very well.
It's also nice to pass as an Englishman or American, if I have too.
I hope the grey mistee surrounds thee.
I'm getting asked about haggis everywhere I go, and I've never been in the same room with one.
As far as I know, haggis needs to be buried for a couple of weeks, to let it rot,
and is consumed as a gastro-intestinitis aid, if you've been too late in the caves,
with too much dried salmon and too old berries and grains.
It was nice to get a Stuart "winter tartan" scarf, a nice addition with a new winter coat.
I've got a Stuart walking jacket I like to wear.
Your reply here has got me feeling reflective, trying to imagine the scenarios you describe.
And you don't have to replicate my previous answers, bandwidth a constant concern of mine.
Another Rick Wakeman reference does intrude on the meditative mood you engendered.
I had a girlfriend an inch taller than me, 6'1", who looked like Rick Wakeman with the same long hair.
She didn't have a keyboard influence on me, even if I saw parts of her as being as big as his thumbs.
I don't have my father's book of Robert Burns poetry, in English and Gaelic, so I'm not quoting,
as I wish I could.
My parents wouldn't let either grandparents or any aunts and uncles speak Gaelic in front of me,
so I don't even have an accent.
They wanted me to speak proper English, and that's working out very well.
It's also nice to pass as an Englishman or American, if I have too.
I hope the grey mistee surrounds thee.
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