RoyBoy
10th-March-2003, 07:34 PM
A fond farewell to all ma bonnie Scots Cerocin Divas
With bleary eyes I wiped the condensation (which had accumulated from the previous hot steamy night) from the window of ma ‘But and Ben’. I looked down the glen and was pleasantly surprised, it was a beautiful sunny afternoon - I always sleep late after a hard nights dancin. And what a night it was!! It had been a special night, my last before I left my beloved glen to make the long hike south to Manchester.
In the background I could hear the gurgle of the porridge simmering on the stove. Stirring the porridge I smiled smugly to myself as thoughts of dancing with those gorgeous Scots lassies flashed through my mind – aye it had been a good night right enough. Jees I’m gonnae miss you all.
After a hearty breakfast I slung my bag of tee shirts, and oxter spray, over my shoulder and started of down the glen, my sporran swaying jauntily from side to side - causing my wee pal to get a friction burn!!
As I wandered lonely/gaily as a cloud I began to think of that far off place ‘Manchester’, would I be accepted? Would the lassies be as tolerant? I’ve gotten used to getting away with murder up here. Being a wee baldy fella I’m not seen as a threat, so I take full advantage when I get ‘up close and sensual’ on the dance floor – all in the best possible taste you understand (hic). These and (pause; cheeky smile) other questions will be answered in the fullness of time.
So, to the melody of Oolio Inglasses (lyrics supplied by RoyBoy). ‘To all the Scots lassies I’ve danced with (hugged/ cuddled/ caressed/ performed my hip move with) before’- a fond farewell.
SING
‘For I’m no awa a tae ae bide awa, for I’m no awa tae leave ye, for I’m no awa tae bide awa, I’ll probably be back tae see ye’.
Hello Manchester
With bleary eyes I wiped the condensation (which had accumulated from the previous hot steamy night) from the window of ma ‘But and Ben’. I looked down the glen and was pleasantly surprised, it was a beautiful sunny afternoon - I always sleep late after a hard nights dancin. And what a night it was!! It had been a special night, my last before I left my beloved glen to make the long hike south to Manchester.
In the background I could hear the gurgle of the porridge simmering on the stove. Stirring the porridge I smiled smugly to myself as thoughts of dancing with those gorgeous Scots lassies flashed through my mind – aye it had been a good night right enough. Jees I’m gonnae miss you all.
After a hearty breakfast I slung my bag of tee shirts, and oxter spray, over my shoulder and started of down the glen, my sporran swaying jauntily from side to side - causing my wee pal to get a friction burn!!
As I wandered lonely/gaily as a cloud I began to think of that far off place ‘Manchester’, would I be accepted? Would the lassies be as tolerant? I’ve gotten used to getting away with murder up here. Being a wee baldy fella I’m not seen as a threat, so I take full advantage when I get ‘up close and sensual’ on the dance floor – all in the best possible taste you understand (hic). These and (pause; cheeky smile) other questions will be answered in the fullness of time.
So, to the melody of Oolio Inglasses (lyrics supplied by RoyBoy). ‘To all the Scots lassies I’ve danced with (hugged/ cuddled/ caressed/ performed my hip move with) before’- a fond farewell.
SING
‘For I’m no awa a tae ae bide awa, for I’m no awa tae leave ye, for I’m no awa tae bide awa, I’ll probably be back tae see ye’.
Hello Manchester