Month: December 2004

  • Underneath it All

    In days of yore and yonder past, if a gent really fancied you, he’d bring back wood and game as sustenance for your culinary cave fire or offer help disembraking from the carriage. :kiss1: What, you wonder, is the modern day Order of the Garter equivalent? According to my guy, it’s whipping out the ol’…

  • Surviving by A Hare

    Murder, madness, mayhem and frequent decapitation…this is Edinburgh, City of the Dead. For me, it represents Amityville Horror on steroids. Picturesque though it is, when darkness falls there’s a ghost story or haunted catacomb to be had around EVERY corner. Believe me, I know, because my luv and I have been on every cruel and…

  • Guardee Loo and Number Two

    Always one for hip lingo on the cusp of becoming, I’ve kept a very close ear to the ground for the catchphrases of the 21st century Scotsman. After all, lexicon has to be tres evolved and of-the-moment in a land where men don camo kilts with detachable pockets in lieu of pants. Turns out though,…

  • Starbucks Upon Tweed

    I have been away from the beloved land of Clean Sweep and sheeny, shiny sweatsuits for a week now, and to be thistley honest, I can’t say as I miss it. The heart-pounding world of K Street seems crags away as I gleefully blog and our Euro-bullet train speeds past lush green fields and petworthy…