A long time before the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, before the abolition of slavery and serfdom, Scots were proud to say that We’re a’ Jock Tamson’s Bairns.
A huv bin spennin’ some time hinkin’ ae whit it means to bei a Scot an’ tawk oor ain leid in oor ain plot ae urth. We kin blame ithers fur the pair state ae Scotland, an’ much ae that micht bei true. Bit we hae a pairt tae play in aw this annaw.
In all likelihood the Ho’din’ O’ Hogmanay predates the celebration of Christmas in Scotland. Believe it or not, Christmas is quite a new holiday in Scotland. It was only made a public holiday in 1958 and many places of work in the industrial south were still operational on the day well into the late 60s.
Follow @UrFhasaidh Seven pounds and ninety-nine pence for a cup with the word “Scunnered” printed on it with a short comic dictionary definition in real English of this Scots word. A penny short of a whole eight pounds – and that is without the tea – for a cup with one of my words on … Continue reading Being Charged for the Theft of Our Identity
Aye, it happened again. This year when I was over in Scotland I listened as a mother corrected her child for using bad language. Now this wasn’t a case of a wee lad voicing expletives, no, not at all. In fact the wean was being well behaved and having fun with his friends. His offense … Continue reading Taking Pleasure in Bad Words