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Storys from a virtual pub in shetland.
« on: January 09, 2011, 07:42:32 am »
Some storys I told in a virtual pub on the Shetland Islands..


Right Im ready to start...I'm off to the Magnies rest ... got to tell them a wee story that happens to be true........hello all.......what the hell are you all wearing hardhats and gumshields for.. is Alky and her sister been at the triples again?.... barmaid could I have a pint o watter before I start....thanks....Right.. this happened to me back in the sixties, but it is still very vivid in my mind..my late wife Jean was always getting on to me for scaring our children with these stories... So I will start..it was in August when I knew the Salmon were in the upper reaches of the river Ayr and the river Luger...so I set out in my car and headed for Mauchline, passing through Moscow and Hurlford on the way there... I arrived outside the village, and parked the car at a place called the Haugh, then set up my fishing gear, I walked downstream to a place called the meeting o the watters.. where the Luger meets the Ayr.. I decided to fish the Luger first..so went upstream about a quarter o a mile and started to fish.. It was not to long when I was into a Salmon, a nice fish of seven pounds.. So I took it back to the car and then decided to fish upstream on the River Ayr.. I was fishing a long pool. when I noticed someone else was fishing on the opposite bank to me... it was a Mink, its colour was unusual as it seemed to be blue fur...anyway it was a far better angler than me, as evertime it slipped into the pool, it would come up with a Salmon Parr, then disappear into a gully, where I presumed it had young to feed.. So I decided to move on to the next pool, as I thought it had probably scared off the Salmon in that pool...... so I moved upstream to the pool above, and started to fish again... It was a very pleasant day for fishing.. the birds were singing.. the water was gurgling down over some rapids, sheer paradise to someone like me, who loves the country........... I first became aware that something strange was about to happen at this place, I had a very uneasy feeling that all was not right....... The first thing I noticed.. was the birds had gone quiet, then I realised that the water was not gurgling either...... I sensed the hairs on the back of my neck rising, and a tingling on my neck ......... something wasnt right......... even the tree branches seemed to have stopped swaying in the breeze.................. Then I slowly raised my eyes and looked over the river to the bushes.......... I was being watched I thought......then a man in black materialised right across the river from me...He did not speak or move..just stared at me, for what seemed like an age...then he started to fade away in front of my eyes........................This story.. IS TRUE AS I DESCRIBED IT............................right.. Why are you all holding hands..and you John .. what are you doing sitting on the barmaids lap..

More to come.. hope you enjoyed it..

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Re: Stories.. The soldier..
« Reply #1 on: January 10, 2011, 07:36:10 am »
This one is from Benjismum.. in response to mine..

You'll have to buy everyone doubles, George, to calm them down.  I like a good ghost story - especially when they're true!! And that's a good 'un!!

I've got a few "little" stories but nothing I've experienced myself - except a flying glass once. But, my friend over the road told me of her experience in her garden. Now, if you knew my friend, you would know that she is very matter-of-fact, no nonsense, isn't sentimental doesn't believe in ghosts, horoscopes, fairies, Father Christmas or any such things......

She and her husband had built a new house behind the old stone farmhouse which they had been required to demolish. Where the stone farmhouse had stood was now a large lawn.

......one day she was mowing the lawn. It was the middle of the day................

As she busied herself in the garden, she was aware that someone was watching her.  She stopped what she was doing momentarily and saw a man standing looking right through her (as I'm telling you this I've got goosebumps all over and my eyes are watering!!!)  She watched him for a few seconds, smiled at him and greeted him cheerily but got no response.

He appeared to be very over-dressed for a summer's day - even for a farmer - which, at first, she took him to be. Then she realised that he had a very big army coat on, and had something like a bag slung over his shoulder and an army hat. She turned back to her lawn mower to stop it............aaaaaahhhhhhh......and when she turned back to speak to him..........he had disappeared.

When she made enquiries about who had lived in the old farm in the past, she discovered that the son of the house had gone away to the first world war. He should have taken over the farm......but, sadly never lived to return.

She is convinced that it was him she saw that day. She's never seen him since, but tells me she sometimes feels a presence there when she is in the garden.

I'm so terrified that if I have to go over there at night I take my million watt torch with me!!! ;D

Now, where's that double brandy?????

Thanks Benji for your wee story..

Oor Pat ..

Joost drapped in for a glass o Nortmavine Sparklin fur my 11s'. Ah'll hae tae stick up fur da lasses ahint da bar.. Dey might be a bit rough aroond da edges but dey serve a good gless o watter an da stovies is second tae none .. Mind you dat false eyelash in da reestit mutton soup wiz hard tae swalloo.. Still I fin da place lichtsome enouch despite dis creepy feelin dat dere's folk dat I canna see all aboot me....

Geordie said..

Hi.David, and zdrahstvooite dobree vyechir..kak vy oazhyvahyete David ..... Nice to see you in da magnies for da first time...you have to watch your back in here David... it can get a bit wild at times..een keep your eyes off da burds, Alky and her twin...cause, wee Willie  fancies dem...................telt me he is not fussy about who he can pick up....I think he is just looking for free boarding.........He is a tourist you know... just like you....but you seem to have your head screwed on da right way. ...Anyway whits yer poison. and I will have the same. thank you.... Ok Alky, pit it on Davids tab...always pays to be nice to people..........

george.. Meeting a Rooskie tourist..

Hello all.. I see we have got our first tourist o da season..I wonder how he found oot about da magnies rest..Must have heard o it on da internet...Hello tourist... are you up for a bit o sightseeing, or up for da burds...Eezveeneete, pazhahlsta nyet, rooskee......... O my god he is wan o dem.....ok rooskee do you speak da lingo?... Nyet. nyet. prashoo vas pamoch mnye [ can you help me ]  It depends on wat you want. if it will cost any money. your nae chance... Skolka stoeet [ how much does it cost ] ...Kak nahm papast navagzahl [ how do we get to the station ] Noo hes pulling mae leg noo...think he is a bit o a joker... Alky gie him a wee dram o vodka.. that will shut him up fer a time...and pit it oan Davids tab. cause im skint as usual........

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Re: Storys from a virtual pub. Alky..
« Reply #2 on: January 10, 2011, 10:29:07 am »
Hello Alky. Nice to see you back from the asylum, I suppose I will have to give you a wee hand today, as you seem to be a bit tied up.. Did they forget to take da straight-jacket off, or, are you still a wee bit nutty. I see your sister Alkapop is nearly normal, apart from her talking to herself in da mirror, I heard yesterday that there is going to be big turnout in da pub next week, I think its because someone overheard that there is to be free drinks...anyway I will be off to my daughters hoose doon sooth in Paisley toon, whit dae you mean your never heard of paisley, dats where da big cotton mills were, an Tannahill da auld poet...I mind when I wis a lad we had what was known as da Paisley Fair, when da mills shut for da holidays, then just aboot every family in da toon jumped on the auld steam trains and headed for Ayr and Saltcoats, all the snobs went to Largs..  And talking about Ayr, thats when I had my first encounter wae da spirit life..It kind o makes you a wee bit scared at times, it was at night and we had rented a flat above an old blacksmiths shop..[ god I can still smell the burning o da horses hoofs when da smithy put the red hot shoe onto its hoof then nailed it on,then he would cut and trim da nail around da shoe] ,...... whit dae you mean you dont want to know aboot ghosts, ok. be like dat then, I might tell it another time as I dont want to upset you when your just oot o hospital...... Right then. I am off now, I will see you both later...........

Next day..

Hello Alky. How are you today? They new glasses your wearing fairly help to take da squint oot o your eyes, big improvement..  I was telling you that I was going down to my lasses hoose in paisley..well I canna make my mind up whether to take my car or not..the drivers doon there are sheer mental..sorry Alky, I shouldna have said dat word [ mental ]  Do you think I should take da car?... whit do you mean, you hope da ferry sinks, I thought you liked me, and here I was going to bring you and your sister a wee present, I was going to get you both a pair o pink wellies. I heard dat the pub was empty again last night, I bet it will be mobbed when I go off da island, I dont think I'm very well liked in here, ???. Probably because o da way I talk to folk..  Anyway, I think I will go out today wae da camera and see if I can spot da otters an take a picture or two. .. See you later four eyes....

next day..

Hello Alky. Hows it going the day then, have du heard dat I am going to paisley in a week or two......... whit do you mean, the sooner the better, that wasnt very nice o you......and here I was, wae my camera, going to take you and your sisters photo dis morning.........I would really like to get a picture o you both withoot your makeup on, kinda natural like........Why......Well I wis going to enter it in an ugly twins competition, I think wae faces like yours I would definately win it, what do you think...........................................WHAT are doing wae dat knife...aaarrrgggg.......I'm oot o here.......

Next day..

Hello benji..
I thought I would join you in a wee drink......aye...... you are right about the memory bit..I'm forever forgetting what I am looking for, and the joints, well thats just normal wear and tear after years o hard work... But the government seem to forget about things like that, when they want to increase the retirement age for the auld age pension... and that bit about [ only as young as you feel. ] that sounds familiar to me... I feel as fit as when I was a lad...until I start hiking ower da hills, thats when I realize that I am not as fit as a young lad..he.he.... Alky.. would you give Benji another wee brandy, and I will have a wee dram......Whit do you mean I forgot to pay for the last one... o dear.. this memory o mine.. it must be getting worse.....
   
   

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Re: Storys.. Alkys twin..
« Reply #3 on: January 11, 2011, 08:14:16 am »
Some carry on in da Magnies rest last night..When I went in, Alky brought ower ma gless o watter, een sat doon wae me, den she telt me hur brass necklace wis broken, I telt hur ta take it aff an spread it oot on da bar..ah said I would be right on da job een a second,,but hur sister Alkapop [ who.s a bit deaf ] misstook da conversation an thought I ment something else.she grabbed ma gless an skelped me ower da heed wae it,, to say I wis shocked een stunned wis an understatement., a wis mair like unconsious.. somebuddie phoned da cop shop in Lerwick Toon and telt dem ta send da Black Maria, da said they didna huv wan but would send a panda,[ why they call dem that I dont know cause they dont look anything like bears ].. anyway da came an lifted Alkapop, she wis shoutin ta dem dat it wis a missunderstanding, dat she wis a bit deaf an missheard me....think she is up afore da beak next week.. so we will huv ta wait an see whit happens tae hur...

A few days later..

Hello Alky, your looking real pretty dis morning. but I think you could do with a shave and a bit o make-up on ............George.. why are you talking to the mirror..Sorry Alky. I forgot ta put my specs on..Its an age thing Alky..anyway I'm aff to court this morning, I have been called as a prosecution witness, against your crazy sister Alkapop, hope da put her in the stocks and throw away da key. err. Or should dat be, in the cell den throw away da key...

The court case..

Whit a day its been in the courtroom, da first case was an auld pensioner, nicked for stubbing oot her f*g at the market cross, she couldna walk too well, so they lifted her into the dock, poor wee thing, I think the judge was in a bit o a bad mood this morning, cause he found her guilty afore she could even plead not guilty..but she got a lenient sentence at least.. she was fined three hundred pounds and banned from smoking fur a year...serves her right... NEXT CASE...was Alkys sister Alkapop..... She wiz dressed in a tight fitting, low cut, slinky little number, well you should have seen the court ushers rushing to help her into the dock, but they were too late, the auld judge beat dem to it. I thought it was quite funny. because in the fight between the ushers and the judge his wig was knocked aff and he was quite bald.. anyway the court usher asked her to plead.. Guilty or not guilty.. afore she hud a chance ta reply the auld judge shouted.. Not guilty... Then excepted his plea.. een told her she was a free woman.. den he asked her for hur telephone number...  CASE CLOSED.....

Wonder whit will be next.. Dis virtual pub is gettin worse..

george..

   

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Re: Stories.. Coos & banter.
« Reply #4 on: January 12, 2011, 10:03:40 am »
Hello benji... Your getting as bad as M ... drinking in a sunday morning..tut.tut....I like da thread you opened about being scared as a kid..... and your feart o COOS as well.. I just thought it wis just me ........ I mind years ago. I went with a good mate o mine. another fireman like me [ he died a long time ago ] .. anyway he was also scared o cows.. and I will always remember this day. When we were oot fishing for Salmon on the River Luger.. Jack and me had to get past a big herd o the beasts, scattered aboot the field..so we decided the only way was to creep through the bushes and hope they wouldnt see us.. Jack was in front o me.. and as we thought we were oot o the danger area.. Jack ran and jumped off a high bank at the riverside.. and screamed.. as he almost landed astride one o the big beasts.... the coo got such a fright it jumped into the river.....................talk about funny..we laughed all the way home in the car...  anyway I won the lottery last night so your drink is on me... thinks benji.. thats a first for george,,,,,,,,,,,,thinks george. thats the last for benji..he.he.he.

Banter..

Hello Alky you look rather fetching in your yellow wellies tonight... pity you didna change your fishnet tights. cause you have a wee ladder in them.. sorry Alky. I just cant help myself. but being an honest type o guy. I thought it would be better for me yer auld pal, to tell you, rather than some o they misfits dat come in here.. you know who I mean. nudge. nudge wink wink.. anyway could I have a pint o your best watter please.... by the way I just wish you would go back ta dat plastic-surgeon and get yer nose fixed. where its ment to be. instead o in da middle o your foreheed it just dont suit you up there. een your sister she will get a sair back efter getting these breast implants...I think he overdid it with them........... dat rooskee that wis in, I got him drunk last night...een I got a bit o interesting information oot o him..........He wis sent ower here frae Moscow he is a KGB hired by some burd , think he said her name wis TAMARA....his name wis Vlad..or wis it Igor.. he wis sent ta find oot if.. H.. hung aboot da magnies rest... een da plan wis to kiddnap him an spirit him ower tae Moscow......... cause TAMARA canna get.. H.. oot o her mind.. plus da fact he owes her a lot o money for certain favours she did for him............its amazing whit information you can get efter you ply these Rooskees way a bit o vodka, init Alky....can I get another pint please......

Orange wellies..

Hello Alkapop.. how ur you today, your looking really nice today, with your matching wellie boots on, I must say. I like the colour of them. bright orange. at least it matches your face...... I thought your sister would be in today, where is she.... whit do you mean she had a nervous breakdown.. wonder what caused that.. has some idiot been saying something to upset her... whit do mean. me. i'm her best pal. I gie hur the best o advice that money can buy........the cheek o some folk....... anyway Alkapop I think dat plastic-sureon did a great job on you wae the breast implants. you look a bit like Dolly Parton, but. I better warn you not to go oot in a windy day. some o they gusts o wind, might catch them and lift you up an hurl you ower da banks into da sea........ tell Alky I wis asking for her.... on second thoughts, maybe you better not.. If you mention my name she might do something silly........

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Re: Storys. A wee ghost story..
« Reply #5 on: January 13, 2011, 07:08:21 am »
Hi. F. Its busy in here tonight, I heard that the AA twins are off for a wee holiday, god sake I think they need it, I was just saying that the other day to m, that I thought they were cracking up, M wis saying that they were off to sunny Fetherland up in da north o da island for a bit o piece an quiet...thats fine. but I heard that its haunted, imagine going to a deserted village full o ghosts...Talking o which.. I have a wee ghostie tale to tell....... are you all sitting comfortably, M, get aff marees lap, I havent even started yet, ya big feartie, ok. here it goes..  This one is a kinda follow up to the one I telt you about, o da wee wife dat I met in the mansion..... if you remember. I wis in Sandys hoose doing some work for him...when I saw a wee ghostie wife wandering aboot da place...... This next one wis another day................. I got a phonecall from Sandy, to explain that he had ordered a chest freezer, he wanted it down in the cellar. but it was a bit too wide to fit through the doorway, and it was to be delivered the next day, could I help.... I said no bother Sandy. but I will have to do it tonight, I had the spare key o the hoose... So that night I set out to his hoose, as I drove up the long driveway, trees on each side o the driveway they were swaying in the wind, when I got to the mansion, it looked a wee bit spookie, and I got that kind o feeling.. Something was watching me............ So I entered the hoose, switched on the lights, and made my way to the cellar.. I measured the doorway between the door stiles and figured out that if I removed the door and the stiles, then he would get the freezer in with no bother.. so I removed the door, then levered off the stiles,, when I THOUGHT.. I WASNT IN THE CELLAR MYSELF.... the next moment I felt like a punch in my back. which threw me onto the floor.. I quickly picked myself up and did a quick exit from the old house... When I think back on this event.. I can only think that the old man who was the original owner. Mr. Robertson, who died a number of years ago, took exception to me altering his cellar door. and it was his way of letting me know..................... Well Fifi.. I think that one is worth a pint o your best... look at you.. all three o you sitting on top o Ms lap , a big bunch o fearties.. he.he.he.......

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Re: Storys.. Aff tae da pub..
« Reply #6 on: January 14, 2011, 06:45:27 am »
Think I will go to the pub today.. But I think I better watch myself, I think A an A are getting a bit fed up with me and my loose tongue.... I thought it was just a bit o banter.. but some folk are a bit thin skinned and canna take a joke. he.he....and see dat benji, she was wondering where TAMARA came from...a doot she hasna read that excellent bit that H wrote.....from RUSSIA WITH LOVE... It was sheer brill...

Anyway i'm off to the magnie rest and test oot the atmosphere. See if A and A..ARE TALKING TO ME.... ???..... God sake. it disna take a blink o an eye to get to the pub.... just a wee click o the mouse and your there........... I better be nice to da twins today,and watch what I say to them........

Hi. twins, hows it gaun da day... could I have a pint o your best please...[ noo dat wis nice and polite ] thank you......... cheers....

 I have to say. i'm a bit dissapointed wae the both o you, dat you didna take my advice and go back tae the surgeon an get all da defects sorted oot, if I wis you, I would ask for your money back, as it didna work.. in fact you look worse noo........ WHIT DO YOU MEAN im BANNED....... I wis only trying to gae you a bit o friendly advice.......i'm off again, my problem is I canna help whit I say.....its just an auld age thing...

Pat says..
I tink I need ta stay away fae dis establishment ower da denner hour..... I joost met George flyin oot the door - again.. I suppose he's been tellin jokes ageen..... Never mind George, you'll be forgiven I'm sure, Boy dat tattie soup is dat fine on a cowld Up Helly Aa day....

Hello maree, I see its your turn to be da barmaid, its awfully quiet in here these days init.. I have been to see wan o da doctors that delve inta your mind, I had a problem communicating wae folk, seems I just upset some o da folk that come in here, so I thought I would go and get it fixed..

 Anyway... I didna like da way the doc. asked me all they questions, like what age are you, do you drink, how many units o drink do you have, it went on and on. so I got a bit fed up wa his ranting, then to crown it all he said that I had a problem wa my drinking.. ah telt him the only problem I hud wa drink wis I couldna get enough o it, you know as well as me maree, I only have a bottle o magnies best mineral watter a day....

So I telt him to get lost an mind his own bl...y  business an no to be so blinking nosy, so I left him wae a sair jaw. as I wis storming oot he wis trying ta give me some kind o leaflet aboot some guy called da moongod, or something like dat. I telt him tae shove it. a wisna interested in dat kind o propaganda.....


Well maree give me a pint o your best and you can have wan yourself, but put it on oxes tab, dat miserable auld gits never bought a drink fur me yet.. he will never notice it. he. he. he.


well maree, how are you getting on wae dat nikon camera dat you got, have you sussed it oot yet, cause I huvna sussed mine oot yet, man, dat photoshop elements is da business init, its amazing whit you kin do wa a photo.. I am taking all my pictures in RAW. then you kin play aboot wae it tae your likeing............

Right maree, I am away hame noo, its been a pleasure talking tae you, makes a change frae they twins, their aff there heeds.. see you later................

george..
« Last Edit: January 14, 2011, 07:23:42 am by George »

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Re: Storys from a virtual pub.. Explosion..
« Reply #7 on: January 15, 2011, 08:08:48 am »
This is a true account of the Brown & Polson explosion..

It happened on the 5th. June, 1964.. In Paisley town..

Hello all, its nice to see the pub so busy, makes a change.......

So I think I will tell you all a wee story about an event, which I was involved with back, in 1964, it is an eyewitness account of the Brown and Polson dust explosion on the 5th. of june 1964. when five souls lost their lives..

But to start with.. I have to go back to the night previous, the 4th. june 1964.... I was on nightshift with blue watch.. When I was told by my station officer to get myself out to the thornhill hospital as my wife was about to give birth to my first born.. When I arrived at the hospital, my wife Jean had given birth to a son.. I was over the moon with delight at having a son.... the first of six... five boys and one daughter.. unfortunatly one of my sons died at childbirth.....

Anyway. back at the fire station to complete my shift. the bells went off at 0630am..

It was a call to an explosion at the brown and polson factory, persons reported missing....

The factory was an old building with very thick walls, It was five stories tall...

When we arrived at the scene, all that was left of it was one very large pile of bricks and morter, being young, and inexperianced [ I was only 24 at this time ] My first impression was that the mill had been pulled down by contractors.. But I was so wrong...

 As I made my way to the debris, I noticed a movement in the rubble, when a man appeared out of it.. his brown overalls shredded off of him along with half his skin hanging like tatters from him..  He muttered to me where his two mates were seen last..

So I helped the poor soul over to the care of an ambulance crew, turned round and headed back to the scene of chaos... I called over to another fireman, [ Alec Lawler ] to come and help me to search the area that the injured workman had told me about..

So together, we tore at the rubble with our hands, when we heard someone groaning... We cleared the rubble from him.. and made a stretcher out of a short extension ladder, roped him in it with a personal line [which we all carried in these days ] then lowered him down to some other firemen....

We then resumed searching the rubble and came to a bit of brown cloth... As we cleared the bricks and mortar from it.. we had found another soul.. But he was dead, he was lying face down wth a massive lump of concrete on top of him..We cleared it off of him and called for another stretcher to be passed up to us, we wrapped his head in rags and secured his body with a line and lowered him to our mates down below .......

another two workers were found in the remains of a works van... it was completely flattened by the whole of the gable wall... which crashed down on it...

It was just like a butchers shop.. Terrible..

The last person was found two days later.. He was lying beside a three ton truck. Which no one knew was there... untill a bulldozer found it..

the fifth worker was never found ......

The explosion was caused by corn dust.. which had gathered in the old mill over the years .. Under certain atmospheric conditions, this dust can glow.. and then ignite.. Devouring the air inside the building.. which then causes an implosion.......

Although this happened back in 1964... I sometimes dream of the apparition of the first workman lumbering towards me...  It was scary...

Now I tried to google up this tragic event.. But could find no trace of it..... So I thought.. If there is no public record of it.. Then why not tell it to you all on this forum ... and hopefully lay to rest the ghosts in me.....

George..

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Re: Storys from a virtual pub in shetland.
« Reply #8 on: January 15, 2011, 08:58:54 am »
such a sad story  :'( brings a tear to the eye

also makes you appreciate all that the fire service does
« Last Edit: January 15, 2011, 09:11:55 am by tracy »

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Re: Storys from a virtual pub in shetland.
« Reply #9 on: January 15, 2011, 09:09:27 am »
Thank you Tracy..

It was a tramatic experience. for me..

Another time i'll tell of the Clarkson disaster.. 22 were killed in that fateful saturday.. I attended that as well..

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Re: Storys from a virtual pub in shetland.
« Reply #10 on: January 15, 2011, 09:13:26 am »
have just let ross read that post he was amazed and thinks his grandad is a hero  ;D

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Re: Stories.. Pub's open for business!
« Reply #11 on: January 15, 2011, 09:29:35 pm »
Hello alky.. My,my,my, you look real creamed cracker'ed, whit's up wae you alky...... Well geordie, I wis run aff ma feet this morning, dae ya ken that there wis 32 punter's in the pub this morning. So I thought ta maself i'll go fur a wee kip in da afternoon.... so I staggered through ta ma bedroom stripped aff, and climbed inta ma bed...

I wis only init a wee while when a realised a wis'na alone geordie........... Whit dae ya mean alky, ya wur'na alone...... da ya mean ta say that someone else wis in yur bed........ Aye that's right geordie........ I heard a droning kind o noise.......... it wis coming from under ma bedsheet's........

Who wis it alky...... Well it's a wee bit embarrassing geordie.... I dont know whether ta tell ya or not geordie....

geordie, you know fine well ya canna keep yur big trap shut.... listen alky, ma middle name is discretion itself, so ya don't huv ta worry aboot me blabbing it oot... so alky who wis it..

 a promise ta keep yur secret....... Well geordie it wis that auld grey haired guy that keep's getting his name's aw mixed up........ Whit dae ya mean willie .... naw it wisn'a him..

 it wis auld ....MG.... god sake's geordie, ya should have heard him snore ... then a woke him up, he took wan look at me in ma birthday suit .. then he screamed like a banshee ....... he telt me ta keep ma trap shut, een no ta tell his wifie benji ... So geordie, dae him a favour een don't tell benji .... Aye alky, anything fur a pal, yur secret's safe wae me .. Right alky lead me ta yur bedroom.. a need a kip..

george.

Jed..
You had me on the edge of my seat with that one, George

Not the ending I was looking for..

george..

Hi. jeff
your either up very early this morning, or very late, depending on whether you live on the east coast or the pacific coast.

Aye my wee tale, i suppose could have had a different ending..... but, as it's a family forum I have to be careful. I kind'a pick on people who I don't think will be offended with my rambling's, and it is just that. it's all meant ta be a bit of fun to cheer folk's up.

george..

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Re: Stories.. A day at Eshaness..
« Reply #12 on: January 16, 2011, 07:05:11 am »
Hello benji and Maree, wid you like a wee brandy,I'm having a wee dram tonight. god sake, whit a day its been..

 I motored aw da way up tae Eshaness hoping tae get a cup o coffee frae da Braewick cafe.. Pat said if da lights were on jist chap da door een Christina wid give me one ...

But she must have seen me coming I saw da lights go oot as I drove into da car park .... A doot Pat must have telt her I wis a bit o pest, which I am... he.he. Anyway I went for da sole purpous o shooting a wee video fur da Northmavine forum wa a few pictures to boot....

 So I tottered along da edge o da cliffs watching da fulmars .. not so many hoodies aboot. Nay doot they will be adorning they big viking types helmets, for Up Helly AA..

 Anyway.. I wis creeping oot the tap o a cliff to get a good position to shot da video. I wis only aboot three feet aff da edge, when I slipped on a wet rock an nearly went ower da side..... man.. it fairly shook me for a .second.....

Then I went doon tae da hole o scraada an took some pictures o it.. da rain came on for a bit, so I decided to head back to da car, I wis hoping to climb up da Grind o Navir, een shoot more pictures from it. but it will just have to wait for a better day... I tried da tearoom on da way home but it was still shut.......... hence. I thought I would call into da magnies rest, for a wee drink.. and believe me I need one.........whos getting them this time.... tell you what put it on PATS tab....she wont notice.

The video o da cliffs..

http://tinyurl.com/6x8mg93

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Re: Stories.. Explosion..
« Reply #13 on: January 16, 2011, 07:40:19 pm »
The Clarkston Disaster. Thursday the 21st. October 1971..

Hello everybody...

Thought I would drop in and tell you all a wee story which I mentioned earlier in the forum .. This one is about the Clarkston disaster..

This happened on Thursday 21st. October 1971

There were 22 killed and over 100 injured...

My recollection's are slightly different from the the news report which I have put below .... In the report it said 20 were killed.. I believe it was 22.. It said it happened about mid-afternoon .. We got the call at 12 noon..

The double-decker bus which was passing the shops at the time of the explosion  one female passenger was one of the fatalities. The bus was shredded by shrapnel from the explosion .......... I was the driver of the Barrhead Fire engine that day ... We got the callout at about 12 noon and I drove at speed to the scene..

 About halfway there, I heard a message come over the radio.. From Mike Tango 5 at clarkston shopping centre .. Series of explosions... person's reported... make pump's five ...

I said to the officer.. it sound's like a bad one ..

 By this time I had been joined by a police car which was leading me to clear the traffic ...

When we arrived I could go no further because of the debris all over the road. So I pulled up next to a roundabout .. and we all went to the officer in charge ... He told us where he wanted us to search for the injured first... and then the dead...

 The blast had blown up through the basement, through the floors, and on up through the roof..

The roof was a car-park for customers, and some of the cars were blown off the roof and landed on the main london to glasgow railway line ..

All the shopper's which were in the shops.. all had fell into the basements ..

And that is where we concentrated our search for any survivers..

We worked for many hours, bringing up the poor souls.. dead and alive ..

Then we were relieved by replacements ...

When I eventually got home to my wife, she noticed that I was very shaken up .. and good on her.. for she run down to the local shop and bought me a half bottle of whiskey..

The next day I went on to nightshift .. and was back at the scene ..

We were only looking for bodys now ...

The salvation army set up a soup-kitchen for the emergency workers .. which was truly welcomed.. 

These shops all had a basement, and a sealed sub-basement ..

Through the sub-basement ran a gas main, which was laid on a bed of sand.. Except for one part.. which rested on a rock .. 

Possibly the vibrations from the trains running past the shops.. that may have been the reason for a leak of gas .. Which filtered into all the basements ..

That is why there was a series of explosions .. seven blasts in seven shops ......

Thats another ghost laid to rest ... Only about another eight or nine to go .. then I'll be happy..

CLARKSTON TOLL EXPLOSION
Just before 3pm on Thursday October 21, 1971, a massive gas explosion ripped through the shopping precinct at Clarkston Toll on the south side of Glasgow.
Twenty died and more than 100 were injured, many of them seriously.
A strong smell of gas had been reported the day before and repair work had been carried out.
On the afternoon of the blast, gas board inspectors and workers were checking the repair when the row of shops along the Busby Road erupted with the force of a 300lb bomb.
The car park above the shopping terrace collapsed with more than 20 vehicles adding to the debris.
A passing double-decker bus was also caught by the blast.
Passers-by started to rescue the injured until the emergency services arrived.
More than 100 police officers and 20 fire brigade units and every available ambulance in Glasgow were called to the scene.Most of the victims were young female shop assistants and housewives doing their shopping.

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Re: Storys from a virtual pub in shetland.
« Reply #14 on: January 16, 2011, 08:23:59 pm »
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Bod.

Sorry to hear you've been sad, not nice I know and sometimes it's very difficult to lift yourself up. Your story was very moving and obviously something that you will always remember, you never forget things, you just learn to live with things Its a sad old world we live in and I can never see any reason for things like that happening.
One sad story which will always be in my mind is of boy, a friend of my sons, who died in a tragic accident on a school trip. The party of 10 had been down a pot hole when it started flooding, they got out, did a head count and he wasnt there, he'd got stuck and didn't make it out. My sadness was and still is for two reasons, what he must have felt like down there and for his parents at loosing their 14 year old son. As a parent I really felt for them, don't think I could cope if something like that happened to mine.

Anyway, on a lighter note, seeing how George has left his wallet behind, thought it was only Yorkshire men who did that, I'll buy the drinks and we can get slowly "wasted" and put the world to rights!!

Admin.

Horrendous, George, but you should be proud of the part you played in the aftermath.

Maree.

It' s only relatively recently that folk in the armed services and the emergency services have begun to receive counselling for Post Traumatic Stress. I guess there must be many thousands of folk carrying the trauma of scenes witnessed before such services were available. Often such things can hit suddenly out of the blue many years later, perhaps brought on by another unrelated trauma or event.

Chin up George..........keep takin da photos - much better than tablets!

George.

Thanks to all of you for your concerns about me .. But I'm really fine .. I just had to do something for someone.. and it was not a very pleasant task, [ I got an enquiry from the son of one of the dead in the Brown & Polson explosion] He asked me to describe what it was like to recover his dads body, and not to spare the gory details. he was just a baby when it happened.. and it sort of triggered bad memories from my past life .....but I'm ok now...
Now then .. anyone know where I left my wallet, the moths in it must be starving..

george..

From Lynne.

George, I take my hat off to people like you who, during their working life, have to face danger every day. I hope that you are not so sad just now. I could never have done the job that you do. So, you are one of the best along with all the other folk who work in our emergency services and our armed forces. That's all I'll say. Have a wee drink on me now!

Bod.

Come on now BM dont be so tight offering George a WEE dram, shouldn't that be a LARGE one.