I would like to explain to all the English readers that these people are not Scots as we know it. They belong to a strange world north of the silvery Tay and bounded by mountains in the west, a land which time, and man has often forgot. Even Beeching thought that closing the railway would be a saving, in more ways than one. The language is strange and the customs even stranger (not allowed to say 'qu..r') and is a place where the girls smell of fish, even after washing and the boys are called 'loons'. In the main town, you still meet at 'C&A's corner' although that establishment has been gone for over 20 years, but the locals had not noticed and 'Grab a Granny nights' were first invented here in the 1970's. Terrible televison spawned terrible things?. A town that enjoyed the wealth of North Sea oil for over 30 years, and blew the lot, and is now bankrupt.
To the north lie the coastal towns of the 'Broch' where among the things of note, are the H.M. Prison and a castle that was the setting for Bram Stoker's famous novel. The welcoming phrase to visitors, 'You'll have had your tea, then' has oft been associated with Edinburgh for many years, but the people from the north east managed to achieve a reputation for parsimony that even out did the Edinburgh one. A landlady from the north east was a person to be feared, especially if you dared ask for a 2nd piece of bacon with your breakfast. Ah, I knew it well, both as a young man and full adulthood. I managed to sire 2 children within its boundaries, well, the local television was unintelligible what with Grampian News and the Beechgrove Garden, so I needed something to pass the long dark evenings. I did try to explain to my offspring as they grew, the attractions of the civilised south, but only one paid heed. I suspect the woollen grey knickers demanded by St Margaret's School had something to do with that. The other still lives happily?? enjoying the haar in summer and the wind in winter, as long as we send regular parcels of food from Waitrose and gifts from IKEA.
So, dear reader. Venture into this strange land and wonder, however take heed of the warning signs above the road at Dundee. 'Abandon all hope all ye who pass,' and look forward to a safe return to Scotland!!!!!!!!!!
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