Sunday, 26 August 2012
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Between us we carried an ancient shopping bag by having a handle each, so our puny wee muscles could carry quite a lot.
We handed the handwritten note over to the Elder Grocer if we could (he would 'gie us a sweetie' where as his '& Son' wouldn't). Amazing as it would seem today, the list always included a gill of whisky and a can of McEwans Pale Ale, given to a six and a nine year old without a murmur...
Now what happened next, depended on the amount of change and if we had gotten sweeties or not.
Off to John Menzies, just opposite, we'd either get a comic and a sweetie, or two comics; I'd get the Victor or the Hotspur, my sister would get the Bunty, the Beano or the Dandy or both if the finances were right.
Farewell my old non pc friend.
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 21:04:00 12 comments:
Monday, 6 August 2012
August 6 1945
Peter Curran replied to me “There are times when it is wrong to remain silent, Sean. This is one of them.”
Reluctantly, for I know what's coming, I agree with him. Removing the obscenities in Faslane was one of the mainstays of SNP policy. Staying in NATO weakens that position.
And I didn't like price controls on alcohol either...
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 14:29:00 44 comments:
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