6 crap things about being Scottish.
1. Rotten teeth.
I blame Irn-Bru for this, unless it is libellous for me to do so, in which case I do not.
2. Ginger hairs.
Head/facial/other (delete as applicable).
3. Pronunciation problems.
Sample phone conversation:
Caller: Hello, is that Mr. Michaeljohn?
Big Al: Nope.
Caller: Mr Micklejohn?
Big Al: Nope.
Caller: Mr Michel-Jean?
Big Al: I'm Scottish, not French.
etc.
4. Gaelic TV Programmes on BBC2.
Less of a problem now that it has moved to Channel 4, but it was a real pisser when the rest of the UK was getting The Simpsons on BBC2 while we got a bunch of subtitled highlanders. Seriously, how many people speak Gaelic anymore? Three? Four?
5. Geographical confusion.
No, I don't know your uncle in Aberdeen. No, really. I don't.
6. Rotten teeth.
Yes, I know. But the one at the back is really playing up tonight.
6 comments:
Hmmm. Well, I know a good dentist, but I suppose it would be a long way for you to go. If you happen to be in town and need some work, I'll give you his number. :)
Thanks for the offer anyway. Does he do house calls?
Actually, there's a dental surgery just around the corner from where I live. I just don't like going.
A-ha! This one-quarter explains my high-amalgam-content teeth.
...Well, how IS it pronounced, then?
It is pronounced thusly:-
Mee-Kull-John.
Or thereabouts.
Oh. Well, too easy--I woulda guessed THAT.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. (In a Marge Simpson sort of way).
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