tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37574358634043590932024-03-13T19:16:51.842+00:00muckle ossaOne of two islands north west of the eshaness lighthouse peninsula in Shetland. These are the musings of Muckle Ossa, Peerie Ossa and Fladda, along with some of their other stack, holm & peninsula chums.Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-12955120108945738082012-07-03T23:53:00.001+01:002012-07-03T23:56:19.054+01:00Shetland to reduce drink-drive limit from ‘a skinful’ to ‘not that much’<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Shetland Islands Coooooncil has announced they will be lowering the drink drive limit in Leeeeerwick (excluding Scallywag), but has reassured drinkers weekend rules will remain unchanged.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The changes were put forward after a recent study showed reactions of 'Toonies' were ‘moderately subdued’ after a four-pack of 9% Special Brew. The same study accidentally killed 4 Orcadians.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Zetland convenor acknowledged this wasn’t the first time a drink-drive study had been carried out on the subject, but said it was the first it was not done “by a bunch of English poofters”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Under the proposed changes, drink driving would only be allowed if ‘completely necessary’ — at weddings, funerals, Friday & Saturday nights and on birthdays & any other day with a "y" in the name.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The changes have been met with some anger in Papa Stour (wha give a monkeys), with opponents saying tens of millions will lose their jobs and billions of pubs will close down in Englandcestershire resulting in nationwide suicides of pub landlords forcing thousands of orphans to live on the streets. Supporters have counted these claims with “Whatever”.</span><br />
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<br />Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-76803903469508023042012-07-02T18:30:00.001+01:002012-07-02T18:30:26.617+01:00Russians reach Shetland after 15 year voyage<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Russian explorers have finally reached the Shetland Isles after a 15 year voyage in which three crew members died.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Long thought to be lost to the North Sea, Shetland lies somewhere between Scotland and the North Pole and is a long forgotten land supposedly filled with mythical beasts and strange sounding locals. They are rumoured to live a Viking lifestyle even eating fire and sacrificing babies at Up Helly Aa. One this most historians agree on is that ‘Up Helly Aa’ has no meaning in any modern day language they know of.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Russian crew from set sail from the small northern town of Severodvinsk in 1996 and haven’t been seen since. Contact was initially maintained via an old Nokia mobile phone but the sailors were presumed lost at sea after no contact was made from 1997.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Russian Navy was stunned to receive word via carrier pigeon that the crew were alive and well and had arrived in Shetland. The short message said they had found no signs of life on the main island but would keep searching.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shetland has long been thought to be located somewhere north of Scotland, but mapolologists have literally no idea where it is. The map of the UK includes a map of Shetland, but as nobody really knows where the islands are, along with Orkney they are just placed in a box at the side of the map.</span><br />
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<br />Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-87799069535844804522011-11-21T16:18:00.000+00:002011-11-21T16:18:44.458+00:00Anti-nuclear Lobby to be rehoused on Shetland Isles<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Green, tree-hugging, pot smoking, and CO2 emitting hippies are to be relocated to Shetland, it has been announced.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Following the UK government's plans to rely more heavily on nuclear energy, it has been decided to remove all anti-nuclear groups from areas supplied by nuclear power. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A government spokeswoman said "If these people don't want to rely on nuclear power, they can sit in their huts, in the dark, waiting for the next gust of wind or the next high tide. We're simply washing our hands of the lot!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Conservative leader, David Cameron, has agreed wholeheartedly with the plans, however, yellow liberal leader, Nick Clegg is still against the idea. As such, he and his party will be removed over the coming months and will be replaced, seamlessly, by Alan "Howlin Laud" Hope's Monster Raving Loonies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyhoo, to business...It has come to my attention that our poor mainland relations (I am talking bout Englandshire now) are being subject to a terrible occurance...something that we are luckily not familiar with....too much solar energy bombardment. Poor put upon critters, i had a missive from Snowdonia who could tell me she is cracking up with the relentless heat. Parently the human types are running out of water poor beggars....I have of course, being a resourcfeul rock come up with a solution. When we lay the Viking cable then we will put in a pipeline to our friends in the South and give them some of our surplus. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This should give us weather Karma points which should result in the temperature up here getting to and staying in double figures for longer as an hour. Only problem is is that the weather forecasters seem to have forgotten about us in the Ultimate North(again) as they keep gabbing on about wall to wall sunnyness all ove rthe UK....not here matey, just relentless greyness.....forever. And another thing the bloody North Sea is freezing. I have not been able to feel my feet now since last October. Anyhoo, anyone heard how Flad got on at the Hustings??? I do detect another price rise which has kept the point 9 so i can only assume it was not prehaps a successful vaege. Good to hear that Mareel is wonderful, especially the apparent southsayerdom of the reporter who could tell us how great it would be...when it was finished.....which was something he couldn't tell us, so i wonder is he perhaps a charlatan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">T</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">hat set the record straight after that hidious imposter man was caught taking photos in general vicinity of the tin shed.....I hope they have put him to prison for several millenia...taking photos...outside.....in Lerwick....i mean! Po hears rumbles that it is very much like Hogwarts inside....the walls keep moving.....Good to see the cooncil have appointed 2 conveners, they can manage to double the wonderful work they do....great folk....selfless. Royal Wedding. Not sure what i can say here other than Edinburgh Castle rock has threatened to erupt as no bid has been forthcoming.....seems an awful lot of money in these "austere times"....could dey no just a geen awa an done it? Dey could of hed an impromptu hamefarin in Foula....ders a venue!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyhow, i can't stand here and yap. I am gyan tae plant some sea cucumbers</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Peerie O</span>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-44273623040327283092011-03-16T11:33:00.005+00:002011-03-16T11:37:40.571+00:00Fladda asks 'What is the Point?'<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My Dearest Perrie Ossa,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Waal, it’s been a while since I sed owt, so with spring in the air I’m shaking off the seaweed, kicking the kelp, shaking the shingle and flexing my mussels ready to rant loud and wide.</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But, but, I hear rumblings that an election is due in the coming weeks. Ooooh, this sounds more like it. Time to think about joining the Bisto Bus crowd in Hollybrood by doing my bit for Neptune and country – yeh, right.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now, before I get my nomination form (MO will help me fill it in) I need to create a manifesto and, most importantly, a catchy slogan.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Got it! ‘Vote for Flad, he ain’t half bad!’ Wow, that’s guaranteed to get the floating voters on my side, even though they haven’t a clue what I’m about. Right, now I need a cause, something to put fire in the electorates’ belly. Mareel – naa, it’s got to be serious; wind farms – naa, done to death; EU/EEC – naa, even though it’s the best Bisto Bus available in politicks; fuel prices – naa, been on the politickacle agenda since the whale oil price wars of eons ago.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What is it with those fuel retailers and the foreign metrik system? We are not fooled by the point nines. We don’t have point summat of a penny in our pockets, so what’s going on. Think of all those point nines that could be recycled at the District Heating plant, and let’s not forget the little decimal point too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Here we go then. I shall run my campaign solely around the premise that unless we get rid of the ‘Point Nines’, society as we know it will collapse before the end of, err, too long! As good ol’ Al G would say, ‘The debate is over.’ I shall leave no mollusc upturned in my crusade to promote this matter at the highest political level, thus ensuring that Shetland becomes a world leader and a centre of excellence for point nine research and debate. Alex Farmed Fish would be proud. First off, I shall press for the formation of a committee to oversee a fact finding mission (Te he, it’s a world-wide problem!) with a view to presenting a motion to the Skottish Parlymont. Oh yes, endless committees, sub-committees, steering groups, working parties, conferences etc. I feel a sense of public duty welling up in my obelisks. Now, pass me a couple of blank expense claim forms before I lose the plot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So there I have it, a short, world saving manifesto and a snappy slogan. A sure fire winner if ever I had one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So, on Thursday, remember to vote ‘Fladda’, your What’s the Point Party candidate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Must go now, got to get to Sussex for the Hustings, bye.</span><br />
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</div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-85628062410722636912011-03-08T12:55:00.002+00:002011-03-16T11:42:29.639+00:00That "Terrible Misunderstanding...."<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Good tidings. Another missive….PO, Flad and MO have been in deep discussion about many things. You human types do seem to complicate things to an entirely unnecessary degree. However, we have gone undercover and can explain some of the strange events which have occurred in the past couple of days….</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What really happened according to reports (the standard prefix for reporting anecdotal made up stuff as fact) was that there was a Parliamentary Canteen Staff day out organised. A phone call from Mrs Bathsheba Grimes, the head cook, to her son revealed what had actually occurred.......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>“We met at the door of the Foreign Secretary’s office as arranged. There was a big bus arrived and we all got on. Shirley Sykes, the sandwich maker, had booked a Mystery Tour so when we arrived at Brise Norton we were not perturbed. There was a big sign up saying “SAS this way”. Naturally we assumed that this was for the <strong>S</strong>oup <strong>A</strong>nd <strong>S</strong>andwiches as agreed in the price. We were ushered through and offered a selection from the Buffet. I did wonder what was going on as there was no sign of any food, but Shirl is such a joker. Now in mitigation of the lads there, my hearing aid battery was running low so I just nodded when offered items. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>They offered us what I thought was Russian coleslaw - <strong>Kalashnikov</strong> and a salt and pepper. Strange buffet I thought, but I was sure that the rest would follow as we worked our way along the line. Mind you, you wouldn’t get off with that in our canteen. You practically have to spoon feed our patrons…I was finding the bags of food pretty heavy, but then I saw the sign for “<strong>Desert</strong>” I was off like Linford in full running kit. You know me and me sweet tooth….anyhoo, we found ourselves in the belly of a troop carrier. Shirley was looking a bit concerned but I thought she was keeping the Mystery going and I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of asking…she’s a right superior cow sometimes.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>We were strapped in and all of a sudden the engines started and we were off. I alerted one of the lads that I had to be home for 5 as I had to make something for my Bert’s tea. Usually I just take sommat from work, but as we had been out I was going to have to cook something. I had got in a nice bit of tripe from Mr Cleaver, the butcher. I had put it in to soak the night before. He smiled at me and slapped me on the back. I thought that was a bit odd so I asked him where the pudding was. He replied “We are not going to Moscow.” I gave up then as I thought he was just being silly. He looked young enough to still be in short trousers. Young folk today I’ll tell you, it’s like they speak a different language. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Now by this time it was half past 4. I knew I couldn’t get home to get Bert’s tea on. And the dog would be needing out for a pee…I was just about to get up and give Shirl a piece of my mind when we started to descend. We had a bumpy landing, but as there were no windows we couldn’t see out. I thought the pilot had landed in the field next to the airstrip. “Welcome to the dessert” said the cheeky youngster. About time too. I had had nothing to eat since breakfast time and I had paid £10 for the tour which was supposed to include Soup And Sandwiches and I was bursting for a pee! I was first at the door. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Imagine my surprise when I looked out onto sand and dust storms. We had landed in Southport. The youngster then said he had to debrief us. This was too much. I slapped him hard! He fell backwards down the plane steps and knocked himself out. We got off the plane ourselves and began to wander about looking for somebody in charge of a Dessert Trolley or even an ice cream van. We had been looking for about an hour when we were approached by a group of bearded individuals. “Good afternoon” I said in me best hinglish, “do you know where we might find the dessert trolley?” They did not look Southportian I have to say. They stared intently at me….” WHERE IS THE PIER?” I said, thinking we could find a phone box or something. I would have to phone Bert and tell him I was in Southport. One of the bearded men said “Kalashnikov.” which was the Russian coleslaw. I said “You can have the Kalashnikov when you give us the dessert trolley.” “Assault weapons” he responded…now as I said before I thought the boys back at Brise Norton had said salt and pepper… Anyhoo, I stuck with my guns (arf arf) and only handed them over when the bearded peeps presented us with a nice cup of hot tea and a trolley full of baklava. They were very nice lads and once we had finished and everybody had had a toilet break they loaded us all on some lumpy looking donkeys and sent us on our way to the pier. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>When we got to the pier, there was a nice boat waiting there for us to take us home. Apparently it is going to take a week or so. I didn’t know that Southport was so far away…Could you tell your dad to stop huffing and answer the bloody phone. None of this is my fault and if he has got a problem he should speak to Shirley about it. There is a big cottage pie in the freezer which should keep him and the dog going until Wednesday and if you could see to them on Thursday and Friday then I should be back Saturday afternoon. Any news from home?"</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">However, the Ossas now know the function of our esteemed royal family. We must say that none of us were particular royalists but they now have our full support. Given the embarrassment of the above “misunderstanding” on a world stage, good old Price Andrew leaps into the limelight, taking the heat of the UK’s latest cock up. Trade Envoy to convicted sex offenders and volunteer for trainee 17 year old masseuses. There is a selfless man. Apparently he made an error of judgment. We would not care to see him make a real arse of things!</span>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-13750154809738440002011-03-07T16:04:00.006+00:002011-03-07T22:02:58.487+00:00Hello oot there - were still here !<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It’s been ages since Peerie O had occasion to put promontary to keyboard and to be honest there is not much to speak aboot. Muckle O, dispite Perrie O’s better efforts, has not been invited to partake in anybodys’ UHA. He’s been sitting behind me singing “Old Shep” and “I’m Nobodies Child” for the past 2 months. He’s even taken off his dress now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Flad has only just reappeared after the last gale and is trying to get back below the water mark as he is as bald as a coot. Mesen? Well I am just sitting here demonstrating my mime skills. Still no message from “Between Weathers”, not even having read my reviews……Sharleen Spiteri???? – my intertidal zone! (Think about it..) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mareel has been quiet lately….not a sound other than the dragging of the completion date in the distance. Can hardly hear it now it is so far off. Viking Windfarm…..Peerie Os’ just bored…..UHA….likewise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Census….now there’s a topic. Apparently, in England and Wales they have got US arms firm Lockheed Martin in data gathering. I am but a simple rock, but is this really their field of excellence? I thought the clue was in the name “arms.” Surely they should get somebody better that a simple mannequin manufacturer in to do this. However, I understand Scotland has got the right idea. Gadaphees Fish,Chip and Baklava Emporium, Dundee branch has got the contract. My informant has told me that there is a “verbal”part to the Scottish Census. A small mic and recording chip are inserted in the form. You will be asked to pronounce “Trrrrrosachs”, “Loch” and sing “Donald Where’s Your Troosers.” This will determine your Scottishness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">OOOH! Muckle O and Flad have snapped out of their moroseness….a hive of activity has broken out behind me….what are they doing? Eh? I dunno aboot that. Muckle O says that they are constructing marine stingers to take out the tall ships….unless…..unless…he gets a formal bid to Delting UHA. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">NEWS JUST IN…..”reports have been received at Ossa Towers that the Sarnia Liberty is in for a refit to install a windjammer sailing rig. This is being seen as an effort to use the wind to generate free transport for wir fuel and allow all you peeps to drive your “muckle” cars. Objections are expected……”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Fladda would like to know – Will the Wind Farm take the wind out of the Tall Ships sails? Answers on a Leatherback Turtle to Ossa Towers Plez.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">If anyone is doing anything anywhere we would just like you to know “WE OBJECT”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Not bad for not much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Peerie O and Co.</span>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-57348393274330524872011-01-24T11:44:00.002+00:002011-01-24T11:46:08.211+00:00Abstract Images<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As above....</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">PO and Flad finally let him pit on his froak today as it is aald Ne’erday da moran and he canna wait any langer. MO will keep his froak on noo until da end o Merch, just in case innybody gets a no show for dir Jarls squad he will be in dair like a muckle stane firrit! If you ken o inny body wha is short, plez consider poor ald MO. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He is been waitin fur millenia fur dis, literally. Imgaine da pageantry o the UPHa dit gets MO bring up da rear o da procession???? You winna hae ta worry aboot wind direction edder! Just set louwe ta da gally in da lee o MO leg! Mo wid bring a host o idder novelty items ta your UPha, things lik dead salmon cages, all bits o oil pipe, bows, seal, winterin birds. Only wan warnin, he can dance nane…I ken. I wis severely bruised under da waterline when we last tried a Boston I can tell you, although he reckons he is dat good at brirlin, dit folk stand clear tae admire his technique…..dey do stand clear…he right about dat bit only dat! He has a selection of froaks in various different styles so you dinna hae ta worry aboot him matchin your froaks kirtles, Po will make sure MOs a perfect match.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JUStnU3uOA/TSyDlr15tfI/AAAAAAAAAag/P3UdE8_0ewA/s1600/muckle+o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JUStnU3uOA/TSyDlr15tfI/AAAAAAAAAag/P3UdE8_0ewA/s400/muckle+o.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You ken whar we ir.</span></div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-75097305449668249012011-01-10T13:27:00.000+00:002011-01-10T13:27:45.205+00:00The Modern World…<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">PO is yet again amazed and enthralled with the world around her. A couple of observations, plucked from the myriad of happenings over the elapsed time from when she last put rocky promantary to keyboard........</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Recently Po has been suffering a few aches and pains, probably as a result of standing in one position in her new career as mime artist. On advice from Nursey Taing PO tried to make an appointment to see a Rock Doctor at the Sletts Rock Health Centre. Here follows the conversation at the “Appointments Desk”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO </strong>- “I would like to make an appointment plez.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> – “sorry we can’t do that”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO</strong> – “eh?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> – “You cannot make an appointment, you have to phone in and make a triage appointment.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO</strong> – “ But I am here, and would like to make an appointment to see a Rock Dr. Nursey Taing said I had to. I don’t want an appointment today or anything. I know you are busy with the Haddock flu outbreak. In a couple of weeks would be fine.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> – “I’m sorry we can’t do that. You should phone in between 0830 hrs and 1100hrs and a Rock Dr will phone you back and decide if you need an appointment”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO </strong>– “But Nursey Taing said….”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> – “Sorry…..it is the new system. You cannot make an appointment”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO</strong> – “okay….so I go home and phone and wait till a Rock Dr phones me back…”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> – “Yes.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Exit PO.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">PO returns to Ossa Towers. 1045hrs. Phones the Appointments Line.15 mins of tinkly muzak later</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO</strong> -“I would like an appointment plez”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> - “I will get a Rock Dr to phone you back today”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO </strong>-“will this be before lunch? I have work to do?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> - “hopefully, but we are very busy.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO</strong> -“Ok”</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1400hrs PO phones Appointments line. 10 mins tinkly muzak</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO</strong> -“I am still waiting for a Rock Dr to phone. I have stuff to do and I can’t use my phone in case the Rock Dr phones. I feel like I am under house arrest”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> - “The Rock Dr is very busy, they will get back to you but I don’t know when.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO</strong> -“can I be put on to tomorrows list?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“well……”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>PO</strong> - “Look I know none of this is the idea of the Receporocks, but would you plez pass on my message to the Rock HC manager? This has to be the most ridiculous system I have come across yet. I literally am unable to make an appointment unless l am prepared to give over a day of my time to house arrest….”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Receptorock</strong> -“You are on tomorrows list.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Next, PO now knows why Shetlieland Arty Trows employs big consultancies to help them with naming and advertising stuff. Obviously austerity measures have been deployed and they are doing things themselves…Recently they have acquired the old hatchery building at Kergord. They will be using it for arty stuff. The name they have given this facility?? “The Hatchery.” Come on you lot…you are paid to be creative! What about “Da Stenkle Shed” or “Da Clatchin Hut”</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Never mind, you can use the “knackered portable wind turbine” as a sign post….recycling at its best!</span></div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-91395978058871186372010-12-06T13:23:00.002+00:002010-12-06T13:31:04.841+00:00Panto Tickets (or lack thereof)<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Wasted time…weeks and weeks of wasted time! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">MO, <place w:st="on">PO</place> and Flad have practiced and practiced for our display (involving the knackered windturbine on a trailer, a saaat piltock and the enormous kishe…remember??) <place w:st="on">Po</place> has not slept for practicing. I really believed that this would be the vector for my mime skills to get noticed on the world stage…or at least a bit part in the Fetlar film…but no. It’s not that we were not ready…in fact we did the first display last week. But did anyone see it???? Did they??? NOOOOOOOO. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Why I hear you ask? Well apparently when the great Sheltieland pooblic tried to buy tickets they were sold out. You couldn’t get one for love nor money…..But who were they sold to? Nobody the O’s have spoken to seems to know anyone with a ticket…..unless…unless…..I KNEW IT, FELTAR HAS SABOTAGED THE WHOLE THING AND BLOCK BOOKED ALL THE TICKETS ON THE COMPUTERMEBOB! OOOH, SUBTERFUGE AFOOT! WAIT TILL I SEE HER….Whats that MO? Who was in charge of tickets sales? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Oh, I see, that explains a lot.</span> </span><br />
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</div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-18422043754963894242010-11-23T13:18:00.000+00:002010-11-23T13:18:56.923+00:00Its been a while......<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Greetings Ossa fans! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We are still here although very busy with Christmas decorations and stuff. Muckle has been trying to unrivfel da fairy lights, Flad is baking cakes and making puddings and PO has been in negotiation with a certain creative organisation re an exhibition on the Ossas involving a knackered wind turbine on a trailer which never works, saat piltocks and an enormous kishe. PO can say no more at the moment but it will be spectacular if it comes off. Other folks might call it fly tipping…we call it art! Anyhoo, thar she blows and all that. PO was sure she saw a narwhal this morning swimming around the iceberg just benort Muckles leg. This is of course the harbinger of wadder!! In the words of Grind o da Navir “Git oot your oilcasts hits a hell o a fore….” Po has not got that right….</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Innyhoo, Po is donning her soowaster backwards…parently da wadder is comin fae da noraest. Aaaha, just getting da first snaa on Ossa Towers skylight. PO feels festive!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JUStnU3uOA/TOu_KvuDKZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rqfxBhPviUA/s1600/chrimbo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JUStnU3uOA/TOu_KvuDKZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rqfxBhPviUA/s400/chrimbo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-64258388035437386332010-11-09T11:11:00.000+00:002010-11-09T11:11:56.557+00:00Da Mareel.........<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Where to start.....</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mareel.......</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Peerie O is very excited about the Mareel opening......</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">PO was delighted to see that the ARTs Trust (AT) was thinking ahead and trying to buy stock prior to the VAT increase. Money saving ideas seem to be paramount in the AT. What kind of grub/drink can the general minions be expecting for a £30,000 stock starter? Must be very fancy and hopfully not the “traditional” reesited parsnip surprise with a side of saaaaaat herring porridge that they serve in the Muesum….not that PO is critisising…it’s just that the stuff they serve up in the museum was the stuff your general starving Shetlandic trow ate when they was nothing else 100 years ago! </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As soon as the first deep fat fryer hit the shores (it was apparently powered by a 200m high wind turbine and nobody complained then!) it wis ower da banks wi da saatin barrel, reestit tees wir flung oot da door and the smell o freshly fried haddocks pervaded da air…. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">PO digresses.....Mareel..... </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Keep it simple and try to make hame made chips, get it to the table the same day as it is ordered and make sure that a bank loan is not required to pay for it. However, looking at the projections on the profits from the food/drink/an snacks, a rough calculation prices fish and chips at £102.40, a pint at £64.25 and a bag of crisps at £25. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Another thing, why in the name of Neptune did arty types from London have to be deployed to advertise the box? As PO has observed over the past millennia, Sheltieland is a rock hundreds of miles from anything. Putting the box on the “world stage” seems a bit bizarre, unless of course they intend to charge peeps for looking at pictures on the Internet…..another pile of money well spent. Never mind if those old uncharitable peeps won’t hand over the money this week…they will next week…but you know that. And even if they don’t you always have the contingency fund....remember? Whats that ? Oh you’ve spent that already! Well then look to the 496 “Friends of Mareel” they will help. You could run a competition…The M Factor….The person who gives the most M(oney) is the winner and will have their face engraved 30 ft high on da North Gable!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Enough o da Mareel......Atween Wadders.....strangely PO has not been contacted yit with regards the part of being a sea swept rock where the hero/heroine meets there grizzly end (or not!). Recall that PO is a certified Mime artist.....whats that Muckle?? I said MIME Muckle, MIME!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-43160929915456171662010-11-01T14:17:00.003+00:002010-11-01T14:50:34.911+00:00Long time in comin<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well, sorry for the absence but it seems that Muckle and Flad are incapable of putting promontory to keyboard. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Da night an day ir changing noo and hit no ower land afore POs favourite season…..Christmas. PO is serious here. How else could you get troo da winter without prezzies, grub and an excuse for limitless daytime drinking! Hooray!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Po was thinkin dit MO, PO and Flads fairy light wir lookin a bit tattered (especially after da last weekend westerly and given dit when MO is pittin dem awa each year he always just flings dem in da Christmas deco cave willy nilly). </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyhoo, hit brought thoughts o previous happy years wi MO, PO, Flad and Longa Tonga makin dir wye ta Chris Hodges Xmas Tat Emporium and buying cheap but strangely compelling illuminated stars, santies and reindeer dit ran backwards (you aa saa it on da side o the warehouse) etc. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">These have been used to festoon Ossa Towers for many a long year, wi Longa Tonga finding a niche in getting lights ta wirk dit shoulda been pittin tae da Rova Head….which reminds me…must send card dis year now dit Rova has had her head restored. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyhoo, this brings me ta my nixt point….whar do you get chaep and distasteful decos fae noo? You can get as muckle expensive and distasteful decos as you can shake a blade o war at…bit nae chaep eens. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">PO really wishes dit dey had purchased dat Inflatable Santee Jackindabox Snowstorm when we had da chance….i didna mak dat up dey wire en…at Hodges XT Emporium!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">ps. <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">As mentioned previously, <place w:st="on">PO</place> was sending Rova a card as her head had been restored….Rova replied immediately. It read.”I’m back!! Thankyou for kind greetings <place w:st="on">PO</place>, MO and Flad. Feeling much better now and all I can say is Better a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy! Happy Easter!</span></span></div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-42803027133072463802010-09-28T22:55:00.001+01:002010-09-28T22:55:54.922+01:00its rathergood........com<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A snippet from the excellent rathergood.com</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://www.rathergood.com/independent_woman">http://www.rathergood.com/independent_woman</a></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">& also this more relevant Shetland one, although it was removed from rathergood due to copyright of the zeppelin track</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://www.dennyweb.com/viking_kittens.htm" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">http://www.dennyweb.com/viking_kittens.htm </a></b></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Autobody Repairs </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bespoke Hearse Refurbishments</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What we lacked in catchy name creation we put into our exempliary work, thus in order to drum up a bit of business we set off to cruise around the toon in our souped up Morris Marina emblazoned with our companies working title and phone number, now, due to cost constraints we had to use those sticky letters which you take the back off to reveal the sticky side (Muckle had these in large supply after buying a box of miscellania from the Shetland Auction Rooms). PO has instructed Flad to make sure that the side of the Marina was dry to ensure maximum adheasion, however Flad was so excited that perhaps Flad was not as diligent as might necessarily be required. Anyhoo, Po digesses after a day of cruising we went home and waited for the flood of phone calls….which we did get, however these were mostly of an inappropriate nature, except the recorded “get out of debt now” message. After an evening where Flad and Po were in turn terminally embarassed and shocked, PO decided to check the Marina to see what could be misconstrued from the very clear company slogan. Imagine POs horror when PO found that, due to Flads excitement, several of the letters had fallen off. This explained immediately the type of requests/suggestions they had endured. The A, U, T, O, H and E had fallen off. PO and Flad have since had to change their phone number and are thus out of pocket…..and haven’t repaired a single car! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Auto</span>body Repairs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bespoke <span style="color: #cccccc;">He</span>arse Refurbishments </span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The lesson here is…</span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Things are not always what they seem. You should never judge a book by its cover and if you are doing something, do it right the first time!!!!</span><br />
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</div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-52042063654463306772010-09-09T00:04:00.000+01:002010-09-09T00:04:56.809+01:00Best Job in the World.......<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">PO has only just read of the new Bird Warden and family who will be taking up residence on Fair Isle. This happy family were convinced that they had landed the best job in the world…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">However PO can now inform them that it is not. No, however the best job in the world is still situated within (or perhaps under) our rocky outcrop. Indeedy, PO believes that the Ossas and Flad may apply themselves as a job share. £50 bags of sand (grand), 3 ways that’s 40 bags to PO (creative go getter) and 10 each to the other pair. And what is this all for I hear you ask???? Well the short answer is managing nothing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The SIC have decreed that they will employ somebody to manage nothing on an overinflated salary. Nothing new there then I hear you say, but at least previously they were able to smoke screen that fact that nothing was being managed…however this one is right out there, in your face. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Obviously the post is not being advertised with the job title “Nothing Manager” it is going to be a “Tunnel Manager”. Now for the less astute among you, there are no tunnels in Sheltieland which means that locally “Tunnel” = nothing. Not only that but “Tunnel” will continue to = nothing for at least 10 years. Brilliant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The Ossas and Flad will be retired by then and the several million U turns which will have occurred between now and then will not really matter as this whole thing is theoretical anyway and when managing nothing, nothing can go wrong! Brilliant.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Unless.........they mean managing these tunnels - as there are afew of these up here in the frozen north.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Pass the pen….</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now where’s me pen.</span>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-7243764047081978272010-09-07T11:00:00.000+01:002010-09-07T11:00:08.143+01:00Peerie O asks - Do oor avian chums parp?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">MO, PO and Flad have had occasion to get together lately and thus some profound questions were asked and subsequently answered. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Question of the day was “Do birds pass wind?” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This could not be immediately answered so extensive research was undertaken. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The answer is apparently they do, but not very much or often, only there is no smell or sound. This is because the diet they eat and how their digestive system works means that they do not produce much gas (PO is not so sure about this…have you seen what the scories eat!!!?, makes Muckle positively health conscious and MOs fairy puffs are not completely odourless we can tell you), thus no smell…..which leads me to ask who could know this???????I mean how do you research this. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Even more to the point who would want do it…Wait a minute….we asked the question so probably rocks like us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyhoo, more interesting than that was that there is no sound with a bird fart. This is down to a bird having no cheeks on its bottom….nothing to reverberate apparently. So there you go, birds can and do pass wind however it is odourless and silent and into a huge sky so it is unlikely to affect anything very much…..but interesting none the less.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Po wis watchin da rig aa seaweed just oot afore da Ossas and decided dit raider dan buy seaweed fur the da starfishes winter fodder dey wid cut dir ain fae da rig. MO widna help ava, so PO enlisted Kirkaskerry and Kjurkel tae help. Dey listened tae da forecast and cut da seaweed accordingly….dan hit lowsed an rained fur a fortnight. Not down herted PO, Kirka and Kjurkel wuffled and handturned dat seaweed every day. Eventually dey took hit intae da muckle starfish shed an tried tae dry hit on the floor. Dis seemed tae be havin a modicum o success so dey stowed it in the specially constructed seaweed cru. PO wis heavin a sigh o relief…hit wis been a lang seaweed makin….</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lessons learned fur nixt year ......</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Use da Faroese forecast</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cut half da amount o seaweed</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If hit strill weet eftir 4 days pit hit ta silage!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">OOOOOOOh me back!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Spaegied PO</span></div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-81110305115322448302010-08-04T14:09:00.003+01:002010-08-04T14:13:00.994+01:00Peerie O is acting (up again)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Peerie O has been very quiet of late but is now breaking the silence and I’ll teel you for why! PO has been busy taking acting lessons as PO was sure there would be a roll in the new film being made on Fetlar. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Fetlar, it has to be said, was getting a bit far up damsel an wis startin tae caa everybody “daaaaaaaaling” I bit upstairs an ben aaff. Humsumiver, wi dis latest venture bein pitten on the back burner, Fetlar seems tae hiv geen a bit quiet! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyhoo, Po has been learning how ta convey being a rock through the medium of mime. In order to complete these classes, PO procured some hefty fundin thru da Arts Development agency. PO has passed da classes wi flyin colours and can now be viewed at any time plying the mime trade.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Some reviews are given below;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>“The energy and emotion from PO’s performance is electric. The mime is impeccable. Money well spent and well worth it!” – The Sneck o da Smallie.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>“ Never in my 5 million year life have I seen a rockier looking mime. Stock still. PO is a rising star in mime….look out Muckle, Rockall will be after PO!!” – Barra</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>“ I now know what it feels like to be a rock. PO conveys the hardness and lonely melancholy of being a rock like no one ever has before” – Elizabeth Taylor</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>“ Dosna look much different tae me…..hurumph!!!!” – Muckle Grumpy Ossa</em></span></div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-61747585402074125012010-07-15T15:52:00.000+01:002010-07-15T15:52:45.795+01:00Ronas Hill & St. Magnus Bay Hotel<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The Ossa’s had Ronas ower fur a few drams last night, bit as usual Ronas overdid it. Everytime, dey fill demsels and dan sit wi da clankin remorse. Weel Ronas really did it last night. Da Ossas wir a bit concerned for Ronas's welfare and nipped ower ta check on her. Weel, Ronas is getting on a bit noo and her water control is no whit hit used ta be. When da Ossas wan ower, dey discovered dit Ronas wis hain a bit o incontinence…hit wis comin oot aa wye! See photo below. Da Ossa towt dey wid leave Ronas in peace as she said she wis feelin a bit seek anaa. Hopefully she will be able ta keep her stack on or dey will likely be anidder clood.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JUStnU3uOA/TD8gYfgK1cI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6rA3ezghYls/s1600/IMG_3561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JUStnU3uOA/TD8gYfgK1cI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6rA3ezghYls/s400/IMG_3561.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JUStnU3uOA/TD8gjbO5DxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ueErlt-wWM4/s1600/IMG_3562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JUStnU3uOA/TD8gjbO5DxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ueErlt-wWM4/s400/IMG_3562.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Seein as dey wir in da local dey nipped in alang da Magnus bay Hotel fur a spot o lunch….and were very blyde dey did! First an foremost, dey ir fairly getting da old place sorted. Massive progress since dey took ower. The old place is startin get back hits former glory…really good tae see. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">On to lunch….StMBH provides a portion size that befits a rather large sea feature. Peerie O and Muckle O couldna feenish it aa. MO’s fish wis o biblical proportions. The welcome was warm and the staff are so helpful, gyan oot o dir wye and doin da extra mile seems ta be nae budder ava. Da food was cooked ta perfection, da salad freshly made and PROPER HANDCUT FAE PROPER TATTIES ON DA PREMISES BY A HUMAN chips.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Verdict – Floats my tattie both food and service.</span> </div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757435863404359093.post-32413638021979023122010-07-15T10:15:00.002+01:002010-07-15T10:15:43.325+01:00Wadder<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Peerie O is drookled dis morn. Whit sort o a day is dis? Had a look to see whit da wadder aside Auld Rasmie wis doin. No great, bit better than da wadder at da Ossas. 12 degrees wi a brisk (dat just doesna do da wind speed justice) norderly wind and p*****g rain. Da yows dit were clipped on Sunday ir gyan around wi dir knees knockin, lookin bewildered. POs cat has come doon wi feline SAD, she didna even get up dis mornin…..mind you da wadder shouldna come as any surprise as PO has commenced renovations on da gairdin shed, which had da roof removed yiisterday ready fur a new Perspex roof so now you can wade to da high watter mark inside da shed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">However, adopting a positive mental attitude, Longa Tonga said that at least the forecast was right fur a change!!! By the way Rasmie, PO is sittin here wi flooer envy! However POs strawberries could cause Rasmie to turn a shade o green!!</span></div>Muckle Ossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990142256904063784noreply@blogger.com0