Having spent a brilliant week in the Highlands last year I can't understand why so many Scots leave there?
When we lived in North Carolina we found half the population had Scottish blood somewhere in them (Now its about 75% Mexican as well). Each summer we visited the Grand Father mountain Highland games for the gathering of the clans.
The picture shows me with the leader of the Gunns. He wouldn't lend me his socks :(
Its only now that I've noticed the gun pointing at my head.
The first year I took part in the sprints, picking up a couple of silvers and a bronze in the 100, 220 and 440 yds races on a cinder track. The seond year sadly the sprints were rained off so I entered the Famous Kilted mile. I went round the clans and borrowed a kilt from the 'Gu
nn clan' (Their moto I think is 'The right to bear bums').
With my high knee lift I opted not to run as a true Scotsman. Even so the kilt was a little restricting. Fortunately the competition wasn't too strong, I had a conversation with a guy most of the way round about how much beer he'd drunk the night before. Kicked for home with 200 to go and ran off with the trophy.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Burn's night tribute
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Jon,
that is the longest kilt I have ever seen. Did you borrow it of a seven foot Scotsman?
I ws a lot smaller in those days.
Nice hair, Jon
This is the first time I have ever left a comment on someone's blog so I hope I am safe
Hahaha dad you look silly ! from poppy !
It is very possible that my hair was so heavy in those days that the weight caused my legs to shorten.
And Dave - of course you are safe. 50 something blokes have been commenting on blogs for ages...
I think that Poppy has managed to articulate what Dave and I were trying to say.
As Ian and I keep telling you, Jon, we leave to try and civilise the rest of the world including our wives and children.
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