The boy who plays down at the hotel has won the competition to name Jean's new purple car. Jean has chosen to call her car "Smoke." (I hope this won't be an omen of things to come.)
Well done to the boy who plays down at the hotel. Your prize will be posted out to you within the next few days. So watch out for the pass-the-parcel delivery van.
Thanks to all other competitors, including Deirdre from Ardbroath. I hope she won't be too upset again at losing.
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Good choice of name for the deep purple car.Jean. Re the missing radio,I expect the boy who plays down at the hotel will provide some alternative i.c.e - he tends to go quiet in tunnels & under bridges etc though...
I myself of course am more a Radio4 man, although Maggie Ann does enjoy a bit of ambient post pop garage trance (as in Spanners's place) whilst shes doing her chores,fumigating the mobile holiday chalets etc.
Good luck with the car,hope you find some new seats for it - it was a shame about those three St bernards being left in it so long.
Best Rgds
Crawford Minty
Hello there my good friend, Crawford.
Lovely to hear from you again.
Can you explain i.c.e.?
Here is the list I came up with -
Immigration and Customs Enforcement
Institute of Civil Engineers
Institute of Culinary Education
Internet Communications Engine
Information Center for the Environment
Or did you mean In Case of Emergencies?
Sorry, I am unable to think today because Cameltoes the sheep ate my hat and I have a mild case of sun stroke.
Hi, quick msg from the boy who plays down at the hotel...
I think Crawford means "In Car Entertainment" - a term much used in his fondly remembered 1970's for rad/cass,8trackCartridges etc or indeed his own much loved valve powered HMV record player/radio/telex machine fitted to his Wolseley. Whilst happy to ask Jean for a lift to the hotel, I think her in-car entertainment requirements might be better served perhaps by the fitting of one of Messrs Spanners's sat nav systems, or perhaps one of his CB radios which he keeps stashed in the loft.
Please wish Jean good luck with her car - must dash as I've a gig a fortnight on Tuesday down at the hotel (free admission,ladies night,plenty parking,all kinds of music ie country AND western,bingo to follow).
Hello there my good friend, who plays down at the hotel.
Thank you for the explanation. Mother is asking if you would come and play in the back of her Robin Reliant some time.
Actually, ever since we heard about your 'in car entertainment' all the young ladies on the island have been queuing up at Spanners' garage to take advantage of Daft Uisdean's new valet seat cleaning services. The laides want their vehicles to look their best for you, when they book some of your in car entertainment, too. Daft Uisdean has been told on many occaisions to pay particular attention to the back seat decor. Jean has been snowed under with orders for knitted seat covers, knitted cushion covers, and lots of knitted g-strings. Would that be for your new guitar?
By the way, your prize has been posted to you. We heard that you were very busy lately and thought you might welcome an extra hand. Let us know.
Torquil
Torquil,
One assumes that Cyril and the Nosecones are now no longer required and have become second fiddle to the boy who plays down at the hotel..
Hello there Cyril, my good friend,
Pleased to hear that you have bought a fiddle now. Cyril and the Nosecones are always a favourite down at the hotel but we’re still trying to work out how to stop all the elongated nosecones from clanging together during the choruses and hitting the mic stands over. There isn’t much room down at the hotel. Until the extension goes ahead down at the hotel, I think we might have to save the Nosecones for the special outdoor festivals.
Speaking of such, how is the line up coming on for the gig down at Jessie MacTavish’s field? Jesus Gonzales and the Tequila Bandits wrote to say they lost their luggage full of sombreros on a flight to Guatemala, so they won’t be able to do their Mexican hat dancing display.
"Smoke"?? - ah thought ma name wus the best.but its ok, I'm no a loser wee man..dinny like purple cars anyway..
Hello there my good friend, Deirdre,
Thanks for being so understanding. You wouldn't have liked the prize anyway. You'd have been all fingers and thumbs with it.
Keep trying the competitions though...
Listen Up Ladies....Wullie Spanners here....While you're having your upholstery sponged down by Daft Uisdean why not take advantage of my FREE SHOCK ABSORBER CHECK.....Entertaining in-car with dodgy shockers could be lethal!!! Have 'em checked by an expert who uses both hands....rude puns will be kept to a minimum....honest.
That reminds me...Mr Minty, with all these wealthy holidaymakers in you sweet smelling chalets (Racasan?) the trifling ammount of 17/9d could see your beloved Wolseley back in your care, once you've cut down the tree growing through it!!!
Hello there my good friend, Wullie. At the weekend, I made contact with Mr. Minty via semaphore flags across the minch. At first I thought it was the Skye Ladies' Belly Dancing Class practicing their Dance of the Seven Veils on the beach, but then I remembered that the kirk won't allow them to practice naked on the Sabbath.
He said, "Got virus. Tell Maggie Ann."
Well Maggie Ann went postal on him, thinking he'd gotten viruses again from thon floozies from the mainland, but we'd missed the letters P.C. at the start of his message.
Anyway, Wullie, he'll be in touch about the Wolsley once his P.C. has been disinfected with Big maggie Ann's Racasan.
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