Cairn Ryan.
I walked into the pub, it went a bit quiet. The place was full of fishermen. No women. not even as staff.
I ordered a pint, then I too got the whooarrghjimmie, but I could just about translate.
Wghoogharrrghdooinerejimmie was 'What brings you to these parts?'. A whiskey was presented, so I drank it.
This seemed to go on, as if it was a successful game of get the young English greebo pished, then, when I was utterly pished, I found I could understand them all perfectly, and they me. All it takes to understand Jock, and speak it fluently is too much alcohol.
( moonbadger Doesn't judge a fish by its ability to climb trees, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 13:22, Reply)