country and western weekend
Yeeeehaaaa, howdy partners!! Yes, that time of year has rolled by again. The time when four thousand happy cowboys and cowgirls, and a few Indians( Native Americans, I mean, not to be confused with the forthcoming influx of Indians for the renaming of Wee Cumbrae..yes, it is confusing, I agree..) descend on Millport and make it their own. All the shops and bars put false frontages up so it really does look like the Wild, Wild West. (Well, if it wasn’t raining.)
The general consensus of opinion in our family is that this year was a little quieter than usual -Perfect Daughter, her band of Cowboys and Indians, and Big Man were all in attendance. Maybe it was the fairly dreadful weather, but there wasn’t quite the throng either watching the parade or walking around the streets that there has been in previous years. This rather surprised me, as I had had numerous enquiries for renting the flat- almost one a week since the beginning of the summer. I would be the last one to generalise, but middle aged Glaswegian ladies in groups of five or more, often called Margaret or Pearl, seemed to determined to get down to Millport and give it laldy. Obviously the prospect of some serious line dancin’, some drinkin’ and maybe a wee bit winchin’ was too good to miss. I ended up putting a notice on my website that I had no availability left for the weekend, but it made no difference.
Perfect Daughter and her pal Gemma had gone down on the Thursday to enable Gemma to really experience the many, many activities there are to do , before the invasion of the cowboys. They were made most welcome by the locals , kindly introduced by Margaret Hughes(thank you Margaret, told you you’d get a mention…) and enjoyed a days cycling and visiting the Ritz cafe before the rest of their gang arrived over the next few days.
The rest of the weekend is a bit of a blur, reports Perfect Daughter, but I have some pretty photos for you to admire.
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- Watch out Gemma! It's a crocodile!
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- Ride that croc, PD!
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- Git me firewater, gal..
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- Looks more like the cast of Fame...
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- on the bike ride..
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- Tsk! WHY can't we get the bus, though?
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- Waiting for the parade to start.
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- the parade..
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- Yeeehaaaah..
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- more parade..
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- quite chilly paraders....
September 8th, 2009 at 10:25 am
September 8th, 2009 at 7:18 pm
September 8th, 2009 at 10:07 pm
False frontages landlady?
Oh surely not…
September 8th, 2009 at 10:24 pm
well some of don’t need no false frontages- our frontages are ample enough, FC..
Taddoe, the teacosy has finished it’s a- travellin’ and is a Travellin’ Teacosy no more. It’s a…Stationary Teacosy, I suppose you would say. Barney apparently took some photos whilst it was with him- but he insists that they are far too risque to post on a family site, and considering the extra hole , the extra orifice,the additional aperture that my teacosy now has - well, I’m guessing he’s right…
September 9th, 2009 at 8:42 am
September 10th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
September 10th, 2009 at 6:33 pm
whats new,moreorless and hows mirn doing
September 10th, 2009 at 6:34 pm
September 10th, 2009 at 6:43 pm
What a wonderfully appropriate choice of adjective morrolesssocks. I’m sure whipcrackin’ is right up landlady’s…street, by George!
And I know for a fact that at least some of Barney’s photos were highly respectable and not in the least bit risqué. Some salty seadogs need a close eye keeping on them.
I see he threatens to beat up your reaches in mid-October landlady, and asks if the pu’s are available…but you might want him all to yourself of course…any storm in a port
September 10th, 2009 at 6:51 pm
talk about being privilidged
September 10th, 2009 at 6:52 pm
I am trying to image barney in george street! One word comes to mind—MAYHEM
September 11th, 2009 at 8:18 pm
Well…I don’t like to boast, but I think I actually took one of them. Maybe I forgot to take the lense-cap orff…
Cap’n P is awful quiet these days. Could it be a Guilty Conscience???
September 12th, 2009 at 7:14 am
Definitley
September 13th, 2009 at 9:31 pm
Ta-ra! Signs of life, against all odds. There’s going to be some whipcrackin’ all around for those tha impunge the escrutcheon of an upright old seaman. I haven’t a guilty conscience but was enjoying a busman’s holiday in the Stockholm archipelago (try spelling that yourself!) with select friends. All very nice, sunny, warm, 3 meals a day and splice the mainbrace with a wee drop of Jim Beam (that’s the connection to the blog, LL) come eventide.
I am working on the TC pix but they need that bit of tidying up and time is short as always. Keep your hair on and peckers up, those who have said requisites. One of these days. And if not before, then in October, hopefully face to face, or something like that, with the Queen of Cardy hersel’! Stop those naughty thoughts at once, Henry Crun, you wicked old man! Which way did they go, I must know that to stop them…. look under the tea-cosy, you silly old s*d! Arrrgh….. Off with his head!
September 14th, 2009 at 7:09 pm
Well Barney, hair is on, pecker is up..sort of… I look forward to both the TC photos and a prospective meeting in Oct, dependent on my being “in residence ” that week, which I will try to be.
September 14th, 2009 at 7:12 pm
September 17th, 2009 at 4:50 pm
Taddoe, whatever you are thinking about, you wuld have to get hold of it first.
September 17th, 2009 at 5:07 pm
September 18th, 2009 at 8:06 pm
Isn’t there an Orderly Queue?
September 19th, 2009 at 8:42 am
No queue at all from this perspective….. things ain’t what they used to be (unsolicited advertisement).
September 19th, 2009 at 9:58 am
June 21st, 2010 at 9:21 am
I saw your video of you singing with Wynonna. I know who you are! I remember camping next to you before and then you broke out into Wynonna after dark! Jeff .