I'm one of the legion of Scots-in-space perpetrators, and indeed I am a
very
boring person-
however, I would point out that we do tend to get everywhere, and that as a
people we have invented almost everything and deep-fried all the rest.
As an alternative to filing the serial numbers off one's own national identity
and projecting it into the future as the golden saviours of humanity (doesn't
everybody?), one could run a society based on the teachings of a charismatic
philosopher, a new light in the darkness, a borderline bampot....
> --- Robin Paul <Robin.Paul@tesco.net> wrote:
> The Atkinsoniae
Damn.
The truth hurts, don't it Full Metal? lol
On Sat, 3 Nov 2001 00:57:45 -0000, "Robin Paul" <Robin.Paul@tesco.net>
wrote:
> however, I would point out that we do tend to get everywhere, and that
You have that right, on both comments! (I was born in Scotland, raised in
Canada, and moving to the Deep South...).
I played a Scots engineer (William MacKay, pronounced "Wullie Mac Aye") in a
Space: 1899 campaign for a while. In one memorable session that took place
entirely in a restaurant at lunch, I ordered _pomme frites_. "Aye, I'll
ha'
the _pomme frites_. But could ye deep fry them?" Later, I told someone,
"Eat it up. It's fried. It's good for ye." Since I've heard, in real life,
similar comments, this was more ironic than parody!
(Or, this actual, true conversation between my Mom and her best friend; both
of them are from Glasgow, but the friend was over here visiting:
Friend: "What's tha' yer taking?" Mom: "It's just one of my pills. *sigh*"
Friend: "What's it for?" Mom: "It's for high cholesteral." Friend: "Och, we
don't worry abou' tha' back hame."
The number one 999 -- like North American 911 -- call in Glasgow:
middle-aged
male with chest pains.)