That’ll Teach Me To Ask


“What do you want to do in the October week holiday?”, I foolishly asked M, certainly not expected the reply “Go to a wigwam, dad!”.

Before I could explain that it would be October, freezing and wet L was on the internet.

So tomorrow we’re off to a wigwam on the Mull of Kintyre for the weekend.

Prince Buster – Madness

Bitty Mclean – It Keeps Rainin’

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5 Responses to That’ll Teach Me To Ask

  1. dickvandyke says:

    Mull Of Kintyre – is that the bit that hangs down and looks like a flaccid cock? Any similarity with Florida ends there.

    Ah, the pipes, the heather, the mists, the romance, the midges, the heap-big barking stupidity.

    Only kidding – sounds an admirable mini adventure, old dad. Forecast is mild for early October. You'll laugh about it all in years to come.

    Oh, and in the morn, I'll raise a tea cup whilst snug under the warm duvet, afore a hot shower and a bacon buttie with Sky Sports.

    And dont waste yer time Lookin For Linda.

  2. Simon says:

    Just hope that the wind stays south westerly, otherwise you might end up on the Isle Of Man

  3. davy h says:

    Disappointed the eponymous Wings song is not here, frankly. Ah, the sound of the pipes…

  4. swiss adam says:

    Good luck Drew. Several layers and a few drops of booze I reckon

  5. Ctelblog says:

    Fantastic. Spent one of my most miserable nights under canvas in the October half-term. Yorkshire. Rain and snow. Wet clothes. In a bin liner.

    I can laugh about it now…actually I can't

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