Another successful evening with well over a hundred people attending. Looks like we've raised over a thousand pounds for the Literacy Volunteers.I think Gordon Green could do with some literacy coaching – hadn’t got a clue what he was talking about.
Can anyone interpret this?
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
Although ‘hurdies’ are, apparently, ‘buttocks’ – I looked it up. Anybody know someone whose buttocks are like distant hills? Are we talking Cheviots or Cairngorms? Barry looks like he's staring at those distant hills and Tony looks like he's protecting his Hurdies!!
Master of Ceremonies, Tony, asking for the medics to escort the tall Scotsman with the ill-fitting wig, out of the hall.
Either that or he's checking on the gravy!
But he has absolutely no control of the horses as two are going the wrong way.Never mind it's all in a good cause!!
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