Keith Laidlaw
Scotland
Edinburgh
A wheen o seagulls scrannin fur scraps skite ower the surface an a corbie stauns scraichin, wings drookit, hingin like a broken brolly. Mallards coorie doon, dunkin nebs ablow the slime, bums up, huntin fur wurms.
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slatersteven wrote:
I thought at first this was going to be about a priest in a bright pink cassock.
‘I’m the reverend Julian and this is my Verger Sandy’
‘Ohh ello Mr Orne, your welcome to Saint Bonners’
I'd be curious to know how many Americans would actually get references to Round the Horne.