Irish Christine

Regular readers of my blog will have read about Irish Christine, this is she and when I returned from a walk this afternoon she had arrived for tea and cake !! Having the car it would not have been appropriate for her to be caught drinking. Anyway she always has wonderful stories of her life to tell and has a great memory for jokes.

So today's story goes back to her late teens when she attended the dancing on a weekend so in the process of getting all scrubbed up and dressed she gave herself a good dusting with talcum powder, including a giant "skoosh" into her nickers. Off she went to the dancing, managed to get a lumber ( as they say) and was giving it laldy on the dance floor totally oblivious to the fact that the talc was escaping through a hole in her tights and forming a large patch on the floor where she was gyrating. Her chap, on seeing the gathering cloud of talc and being tactful asked " Have you got fuc++++ dandruff". End of dance, exit stage right with red face and dusty breeks.

I started this blog at home but lost it due a problem with the phone line, so reloaded the photos and have just edited it down at "The Sportsman's"

So Scotland got yet another stuffing today, looks like the wooden spoon with again adorn the managers kitchen sideboard.