My daughter had two weddings; the first was in our own church (Church of Scotland) with my daughter in white and the groom and groomsmen all fully kilted, despite none of them being Scottish. They all looked very handsome. They wore the "St Andrews" tartan, as my daughter and son-in-law met at university there.
The second was in a venue specialising in Indian weddings, with my son-in-law in white and my daughter resplendent in a green and red sari, picked out by her mother-in-law.
At the St Andrews University Open Day, my daughter was deeply unimpressed that, instead of emphasising the academic quality of the course, the speaker referred to William and Kate having met there. My daughter's subsequent rant about the last thing she would want to do at university would be to find a husband was quoted in the wedding speeches.
Typical male: obviously was never told ( as I was) that sitting with knees spread made Our Lady blush….
Men are supposed to sit legs spread in a kilt; the weight of the sporran pulls the kilt down and ensures modesty. Legs only slightly apart, with the kilt lying on top of the legs, is far more likely to Reveal All. If men swivel their sporran to the side when dancing, and then forget to swivel back before sitting down, there is a problem.
Seems to happen more often than not; have seen enough pics to convince me that there is a deep urge to shock even in the most staid of C of S circles….
Frustration here - while we have had rain and my butt is three quarters full ...
Oo-er, missus!
A fair proportion of said rain was falling on Linlithgow High Street while I was getting my nails done (literally stotting* off the ground); luckily by the time I left the salon it had eased off a bit!
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At the St Andrews University Open Day, my daughter was deeply unimpressed that, instead of emphasising the academic quality of the course, the speaker referred to William and Kate having met there. My daughter's subsequent rant about the last thing she would want to do at university would be to find a husband was quoted in the wedding speeches.
How odd. What a good reflection in her speech.
Mine banged on about how they'd made us good citizens. I did Computing Science. Maybe I missed that lecture but I didn't recall any such teaching.
We went to see the Tall Ships in Aberdeen yesterday. It was damp and grey, but that didn't deter the crowds. The organisation was first rate, although the strictly enforced one-way system meant that there was extra walking involved in entering and exiting the area.
I'm old enough to remember the Russian boats coming into Aberdeen in the 1970s, when the sailors were not allowed to disembark. People went to the harbour for the lively black market trade - Russian toilet rolls were swapped for Western consumer goods such as Heinz beans and Timex watches.
My beach towel - a camel and palm tree design in yellow and orange - came off a Russian klondyker in the 70s. No idea what my uncle swapped to get it.
Also that time - was it in the 90s? - when a Russian boat got stuck in Aberdeen for some reason. Again, the sailors weren't allowed to disembark and Aberdonians were dropping off bags off food for the sailors.
We are off to see the Red Arrows as they fly over Aberdeenshire. I wanted to stay put in the hope of spotting them from our garden. The NE Man has pored over the map to find a Good Vantage Point. He's assuming that everyone else will think like me and stay in their garden, and we will be the only ones heading for the Good Vantage Point.
Did you get to see them @North East Quine . We're a bit blasé about the Red Arrows round here as their base isn't far away and then fly over quite often while practising. They did an amazing fly-past for a lady's birthday party I attended a few weeks ago. She was 105 and had been a WAAF. Someone from the Red Arrows came and presented her with a plaque as well. My favourite bit was one of the planes dipping its wings in farewell as they headed off.
Many years ago my wife's school in London had a fete on a Saturday in June. At 1pm I announced over the microphone, "I now declare this fete open" and, precisely on cue, the Red Arrows flew low overhead trailing coloured smoke.
We saw them, but they weren't flying in formation. They just looked like random planes in the sky. There were about 30 of us at the Good Vantage Point, which was a convivial number. I had worried that it would be hoaching and we wouldn't get parked, but we got parked no bother.
The young man next to us spoke for us all when he said Well, that was underwhelming.
I wasn't expecting coloured smoke, as I knew that would be saved until they were flying over the Tall Ships, but a triangly formation would have been nice.
Particularly Land of the Flood. Father and mother of a thunderstorm in progress. The water has overwhelmed the gutters and is running down the pavement. We are on a slope and the end of the road is now a lake. Saw someone wade through it, and it was well over their shoes. The houses at the bottom are OK, though water is lapping into driveways. There are, however houses behind them on a lower level, and beyond them a railway cutting. It's to be hoped the drains can cope.
I'm old enough to remember the Russian boats coming into Aberdeen in the 1970s, when the sailors were not allowed to disembark. People went to the harbour for the lively black market trade - Russian toilet rolls were swapped for Western consumer goods such as Heinz beans and Timex watches.
My beach towel - a camel and palm tree design in yellow and orange - came off a Russian klondyker in the 70s. No idea what my uncle swapped to get it.
Also that time - was it in the 90s? - when a Russian boat got stuck in Aberdeen for some reason. Again, the sailors weren't allowed to disembark and Aberdonians were dropping off bags off food for the sailors.
Mr Whibley was brought up in Boston, Lincolnshire, and also worked with the North Shields fishermen’s mission in the late 1970s. He didn’t get any good swag, but does have some stories! There apparently had to be a Political Officer present at all times, but they didn’t seem to have a convert-to-communism target.
Mine banged on about how they'd made us good citizens. I did Computing Science. Maybe I missed that lecture but I didn't recall any such teaching.
It's a weird form of amnesia in generalisations about university that those who study humanities or some sort of general degree forget that the rest of us exist. It seems to afflict politicians too, when they pontificate about marxist indoctrination and other such nonsense. Excuse me, is there a marxist theory of quantum mechanics or fractals I missed?
Not that I'm aware of; but perhaps scientists, engineers and mathematicians (etc) need to be reminded that their disciplines exist in the real world and may have consequences with ethical implications. I doubt very much if the early students of atomic physics had any inkling that, within a comparatively short timeframe, their work would lead to the creation of weapons of mass destruction; indeed, I suspect that even some who worked on the Manhattan Project did not realise (or closed their eyes to) the implications of what they were doing but only focussed on the fascinating science in which they were engaged.
Lisa Meitner refused to join the Manhattan Project as she was all too aware of the implications. And there were few scientists more fascinated with physics than she.
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It appears to be a Scottish speciality. I think the rain has worked out that no self-respecting Scot goes anywhere without protection from falling water, and therefore it'll have a try from the other direction.
I was going to throw in something about the equivalent use of 'stoating' a bit farther west, but checked some on line definitions first. It's worth a look - masses of them!
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The second was in a venue specialising in Indian weddings, with my son-in-law in white and my daughter resplendent in a green and red sari, picked out by her mother-in-law.
At the St Andrews University Open Day, my daughter was deeply unimpressed that, instead of emphasising the academic quality of the course, the speaker referred to William and Kate having met there. My daughter's subsequent rant about the last thing she would want to do at university would be to find a husband was quoted in the wedding speeches.
Men are supposed to sit legs spread in a kilt; the weight of the sporran pulls the kilt down and ensures modesty. Legs only slightly apart, with the kilt lying on top of the legs, is far more likely to Reveal All. If men swivel their sporran to the side when dancing, and then forget to swivel back before sitting down, there is a problem.
Does it tickle your sgian-dubh?
Oo-er, missus!
A fair proportion of said rain was falling on Linlithgow High Street while I was getting my nails done (literally stotting* off the ground); luckily by the time I left the salon it had eased off a bit!
* bouncing, for the uninitiated, and any visitors to this thread from Away
How odd. What a good reflection in her speech.
Mine banged on about how they'd made us good citizens. I did Computing Science. Maybe I missed that lecture but I didn't recall any such teaching.
https://aberdeenbusinessnews.co.uk/tall-ship-barred-from-aberdeen-harbour
My beach towel - a camel and palm tree design in yellow and orange - came off a Russian klondyker in the 70s. No idea what my uncle swapped to get it.
Also that time - was it in the 90s? - when a Russian boat got stuck in Aberdeen for some reason. Again, the sailors weren't allowed to disembark and Aberdonians were dropping off bags off food for the sailors.
It was the Queen's official birthday.
The young man next to us spoke for us all when he said Well, that was underwhelming.
I wasn't expecting coloured smoke, as I knew that would be saved until they were flying over the Tall Ships, but a triangly formation would have been nice.
Mr Whibley was brought up in Boston, Lincolnshire, and also worked with the North Shields fishermen’s mission in the late 1970s. He didn’t get any good swag, but does have some stories! There apparently had to be a Political Officer present at all times, but they didn’t seem to have a convert-to-communism target.
The Russian ships in times past sounds quite interesting!
It's a weird form of amnesia in generalisations about university that those who study humanities or some sort of general degree forget that the rest of us exist. It seems to afflict politicians too, when they pontificate about marxist indoctrination and other such nonsense. Excuse me, is there a marxist theory of quantum mechanics or fractals I missed?
I read your post to my son (American) and he was deeply concerned. Hoping your anatomy recovers...