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#50443 - 29/09/17 11:53 PM Re: I finally give up [Re: Wee Rab]
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Whilst over in the Edinburgh area the other week, I tried on several occasions to demonstrate my new car’s anti-collision gizmo which locks onto the car in front and matches it’s speed and motion, and stops the car when the one in front stops.
I forgot that in the environs of Edinburgh, everyone breaks the speed limit and drives like lunatics.
Consequently, I never got close enough to the car in front for the Subaru Eyesight cameras to get a lock.
Such a shame. No matter, it works well here although the lane sway gizmo keeps warning me I have crossed a white line, hard not to do in this neck of the woods with narrow lanes.
On the whisky front, I informed my cousin his Glenfarclas was ultra expensive if unopened, so he was not too upset to find he had allowed me to slurp several drams of a two grand bottle!
Locally, the Wigtown Book Festival is nearing it’s end, and has provided an extra week of income for local businesses, including Cronie’s butcher shop, the font of all local knowledge.
He tells me many visitors will be going home with Scotch Pies and cooked meats they can’t get in Ingerrland.
Anyway, now that more than a million nosy parkers have looked at my rants and ramblings, I have proved a point debated by myself and a friend, so it may be time to really ‘give up’ but I probably won’t.
I enjoy using Raymond’s vehicle, and if I overstep the line, he tells me, in no uncertain terms.
So, all you buggers who claim to ignore me, we know you aren’t, you keep sneaking a peek, because most of you agree with my views which are not politically correct, but you are all afraid to say so.
Especially, the Twatties of this world.

You have my permission to retire, HRH , Rab.

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#50446 - 04/10/17 10:42 PM Re: I finally give up [Re: Wee Rab]
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I had a word with my cousin in Cockpen about his very expensive Glenfarclas whisky. He tells me he and his wife only opened it a few months ago out of curiosity, and they thought it was very good. When he bought it many years ago from the SMWS, it was under £100, so he is being very philosophical about its current collectors’ value.
He will now keep what is left for people who appreciate fine whisky, and happily, I am on that list.
I also ordered some more West Cork whiskies from Drinkfinder in Cornwall, and will stick some on the visitor’s shelf. I prefer the rum finish myself, but their sweetness makes them quite samey. No matter, at the price they are great value.

Cheers, King Rab, Commander of the UK, and some of northern France.

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#50451 - 13/10/17 12:11 AM Re: I finally give up [Re: Wee Rab]
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Oh dear, I could rant long and weary about the people on Question Time tonight, but I will restrict myself to annunciation and pronunciation.
I still shout at the television and radio broadcasters who refer to a kilometre as a ‘killommeter’.
If there were such a thing as a ‘killommeter’ by pronunciation, it would be a piece of machinery designed to measure weight.
However, 90 percent of UK broadcasters and half wits have chosen to use the Americanised pronunciation of kilometre, and constantly inflict it upon the enlightened, much to their exasperation.
So to, has been the pronunciation of ‘bombardier’.
OK, the company is French, and I won’t hold that against them as my ancestors were from northern France.
However, the UK pronunciation of ‘bombardier’ is phonetically ‘bombadeer, traditionally the poor corporal who had to plant a bomb at siege gates, knowing it could explode in his hands at any moment, or the bomb aimer in an aircraft during the second World War.
The company in Ireland may be French, but there are few instances of the Irish people using or adopting any pronunciation in place of something they use colloquially.
Bombardeeair is French, sounds French, and is not accepted English, so why on earth are people using it?
I cold witter on about Scottish/French word usage all night, but at least the Scots use the colloquial pronunciations.
Gigot of lamb in French is Cheegoh, but in Scots, its jigot. A plate in French is assiette, but a cooking dish for the oven in Scotland is an ashet, I could go on for hours.
My point is, why use unusual pronunciations instead of national utterance?

It will be outlawed on my succession to the throne.

HRH Rab.

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#50452 - 13/10/17 09:29 AM Re: I finally give up [Re: Wee Rab]
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So, Rab, do you drink cog-nack and pie-nott grigg-eye-oh?

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#50453 - 13/10/17 08:56 PM Re: I finally give up [Re: Wee Rab]
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Haha, touché, pronounced toosh in my early successful fencing days, but no, I never touch brandy or wine !

Cheers ‘n beers, HRH Rab.

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#50455 - 13/10/17 11:14 PM Re: I finally give up [Re: Wee Rab]
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My mention of fencing prompted a few memories. I became interested in fencing after moving to Birmingham in 1963, and joined Birmingham Fencing Club, now hailed as the oldest fencing club in the UK.
We met on Friday evenings in the Salle D’Armes at Birmingham University, and my initial coach was Les Johnston.
I remember the first night I joined the basic class. Following the introductory talk and history of fencing, Les ordered everyone to shape up as a boxer facing an opponent.
As the only southpaw in the line, Les informed the class I would be the best natural fencer of the group. Think about it. Not something which crosses your mind initially, but fencers lead with the right, just like southpaw boxers.
One of my visiting coaches was fencing master Professor Henri Faubert, the former maître d'armes at the École Spéciale Militaire de Saint-Cyr, a military academy in Paris.
He must have been in his 60s or 70s then, and although his footwork was slow, it didn’t matter as his blade work and hand speed was lightning fast.
I learned tricks from Maitre Henri Faubert, based on his static coaching style, which served me well in my competitive years.
When I went to Prestwick Fencing Club around 20 years ago, not having held a sword for 20 years, I was invited to join the Scottish Veterans after picking off their best fencers one by one, barely moving my feet. It is like riding a bike. You never forget it.
I wish I had carried on fencing, I would be a damned site fitter than I am right now!
My natural success as a fencer must have been a throwback to my ancestors from Hesdin in northern France hehehe.

En garde, Maitre Robert.

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