Looks like a wild night out in the Local, GT. Are you the front end of the horse or the back end? Just checkin'!
The article reminded me of a Hallowe'en many years ago in a time when we used to go to the Rhinns of the Isle of Islay. We were down 'The Heartache', the local name for the pub, otherwise known as 'Laughing Maureen's'.
When we left the bar, standing outside were two figures - one a figure dressed as 'wee free' minister, complete with mask, the other a figure in a white dress with a pig's head. They said nothing - they just stood staring in our direction - none of the locals knew who they might be - mummers from another village, they suggested - it's still one of the spookiest things I ever saw.
Thanks for the memory, Global. It hasn't made me give up the drink. 
The article reminded me of a Hallowe'en many years ago in a time when we used to go to the Rhinns of the Isle of Islay. We were down 'The Heartache', the local name for the pub, otherwise known as 'Laughing Maureen's'.
When we left the bar, standing outside were two figures - one a figure dressed as 'wee free' minister, complete with mask, the other a figure in a white dress with a pig's head. They said nothing - they just stood staring in our direction - none of the locals knew who they might be - mummers from another village, they suggested - it's still one of the spookiest things I ever saw.
Thanks for the memory, Global. It hasn't made me give up the drink.
Comment