On Brains and Finding Stuff in There. May 25.

Had a wee tale to relate a week or so ago and as is fairly normal, I forgot about it. But I was dusting inside my head and found it lying there sad and forgotten on the to-do shelf in the dark and dingy space that contains my brain. Things often got lost in there because unlike most folks's brains, it isn't particularly compartmentalised (Feck! thons a big word for a Sunday morning isn't it?).

If you remember toddling into one of these dusty old junk shops. You know the kind of thing. Stuff just left wherever a space could be found. Where you have to rummage through piles of "bric-a-brac" and "objet d'art" not to mention the corsets and the curtains, in the forlorn hope of finding a little gem. Well the inside of my head's a bitty like that. Maybe I should find some of these "Numbskulls" (If you know, you know.) and have them tidy up. Nope! wouldn't work. They'd take one look, mutter 'nae chance' and dauner back to wherever it is old comic characters go when they're not wanted anymore.

Right..! Back to the subject in hand. No.. my brain's not in my hand. That's just silly. And we all know I don't do silly, don't we? Hmmm... not sure about some of these head movements and knowing smiles. Anyway back to the tale. Ach Hollyhocks!!! We can't! I've lost the ferk'n thing again. Stay safe y'all.... and watch out for the elephants.

The Flying Dutchman below the Kessock Bridge.

On Breezing Through the Day. May 19.

Morning folks, I trust you're all sashaying through the morning like the proverbial breeze. Hmmm, one or three of you disagreeing, that's a bitty shame. Ach well, sometimes life's like that, you want to breeze on through the day and some feck'r keeps turning the fan off.

On Traffic Lights and Ellie-phants in Trees. May 25.

Greets folkses and top o' this fine Friday mornin' to you all. Myself and She Who Must etc. were Sneckie bound yesterday. And like a lot of others got caught at the lights by Windhill. While there I spotted the sign saying to call a particular number should the traffic lights be faulty. Now I'm not saying I'm a bitty strange or anything but my first thought was to call them and tell them their lights kept changing colour. Red, Amber, Green, Green, amber etc. Did that wee observation make you smile? Nope... Ach well! Maybe you had to be there, but I'll lay odds a couple of you felt at least a wee twitch from your smiley muscles.
Stay safe ya'll and watch out for the elephants... You might also want to remember. Now that the deciduous trees are fullsome with fine foliage some of them there ellie-phants will paint themselves green and hide in them too.

On Honest Advertising. June 25.

Greets y'all I once again managed to find the wee waffle I misplaced inside my not so tidy head. I actually found it in the folder that deals with advertising. How it got there I'll never know. One of life's great mysteries I suppose. Just like the whereabouts of my whatsit at any given time. Talking about advertisements. But you weren't talking about advertisements I hear you cry. You were going to tell us a new waffle. Ach! that may be, but sorry folks I find my mind drifting towards advertisers.
Do you not think advertisers should be forced to tell the absolute truth about their products? You know the kind of thing...
"This is the new "CAR"... Although we've tagged it the 'Ford Gnu', 'SEAT Sloth' or whatever . It bears absolutly no resemblance to these or any other beastie on the planet. But being as we paid someone a whole load of dosh to come up with the model name, we figured we'd better use it. Like any other car it has four wheels, a steering wheel, an engine and seats. Notwithstanding what we promise faithfully in our shiny brochure and being as we make these promises with our fingers crossed behind our backs. These statements should be considered, dubious at the very least. The engine may, or may not, give the fuel consumption we claim, neither might it produce the, good for the planet, emission levels we stated. As a rule, your new CAR should take you from A to B reliably. Should it not and you find yourself immobile at the side of the road, in a rainstorm in the middle of nowhere. You will need an engineering degree and a lot of luck, just to open the bonnet. When you finally get the bonnet open, you will be presented with an ocean of black/grey plastic, at which you stare blankly and find there is absolutely nothing you can fix at the side of the road. So you mutter regretfully "I should have kept the Cortina and close the bonnet, only to discover the catch won't catch. But this should not be considered the disaster it appears to be. As we, the CAR's manufacturers, are proud to support whole new industries in the form of breakdown insurance and recovery services. So you will need to call one or both of them.
While travelling in your chosen CAR you will find that your vehicle is not really a lot different from any other. The electronics and displays may be a little flashier, but it tells you what you need to know. It tells you how fast you're going, how much fuel you have, the oil and coolant levels. It may even have a rev counter and play music. But anything more than these are just bells and whistles. You will not find yourself enclosed in an environment of happy kids, pleased partners, flashing lights and dynamic sounds. In fact, other than the indicators, flashing lights are something you don't want to see. Neither will you find yourself cruising on a rainbow into the wild blue yonder, wolves will not howl at your passing and passers by will not stare at you as if you were motoring past in the eighth wonder of the modern world.
Lastly when you pick up your shiny new "CAR" you will read the manual and promise to love, honour and obey, in sickness and in health. But to be honest after a few months you will find yourself treating it exactly the same way you treated your previous "CAR". Happy motoring folks and watch out for the elephants.
With regard to the missing waffle I'm afraid I've used all the letters I was going to use in it, in this one. So I'll just have to wait until my letter collection builds up again.

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