My kind of meat pudding
It's Burns' Night - the day when our brethren [or not if "Wee Jimmy Krankie" Sturgeon gets her way] north of the border hold parties to celebrate the great poet by eating bags of offal and sinking "the amber nectar". Not too many parties this year, methinks.
Never mind, eh? It's a far more familiar tradition round these parts - Tacky Music Monday! And here's Scotland's finest, Lulu (and her safety gays), with a bewildering number to lift our mood at this murky start to another dreary week...
"Sláinte Mhath!"
Have a good week, dear reader.
No, I don't think so.
ReplyDeleteNot a good week, Mitzi? Jx
DeleteGood 'ol Lulu! It's her take on Madonna, isn't it?
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Small, fierce, tarty, always surrounded by gays - yes, I guess it is! Jx
Delete"If ye can say it's a braw brich' moonligh' nicht, then yo're all richt, ye ken." Or summat like that.
ReplyDeleteI don't know where you found those nae-sae-wee kilted laddies, but, please, remove the sark an' braces frae the yin on the right!
Other than that...phwoar
Hoots, mon! Jx
DeleteInstead of fannying around with The Ones' make-up boxes, those "mechanics" ought to be beefing up that car's suspension!
ReplyDeleteThe nearest any of those queens ever got to "suspension" was a hoist in a darkroom. Jx
DeleteI'd kill her for walking over my bonnet in high heels!
DeleteDamn! Now I have to clean my keyboard.
DeleteI had a quick double-take then, and thought you were turning into Miss Elinor Dashwood at the mention of "bonnets"... Jx
DeleteHere - have a tissue. Jx
Deletea man in a kilt is sexy!
ReplyDeleteTell me about it! Brings a whole new meaning to "duck and cover"... Jx
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