Friday, October 29, 2010

You May See a Stranger


See Part 1: Some Enchanted Evening here

There were many ovations for him that night. Once I tried to stand up and join in but didn't trust my knees so I remained seated as he bowed, slowly, graciously in his gorgeous jabotty shirt with its lace bottomed sleeves and his well turned ankles in their kneesocks with little tassles that matched his clan dress tartan kilt and shiney patenty silver-buckled shoes...l'd better stop already with the adjectives, it's all a bit too much for my aging heart.

Anyway, he eventually marched down off the stage and walked over to the table yet again and taking my right hand in both of his proceeded to escort me backstage from the theatre.

I'm very well brought up so I managed to stammer: “I must dance with those who brung me!”
So he gallantly went back, me in tow and bowed to my couple friends and invited them to join us – “for a wee dhram!”

They, of course, were over the moon at this turn of events, being in the Great Man's dressing room sipping on some priceless ancient Scottish malt. I kept looking at them with a cocked eyebrow and at one point, as he changed in the small adjoining bathroom I said:

“Gawd, guys, when you take a girl out, you attend to her every, and I mean every, need!” Loosened by the second wee dhram, we dissolved into gales of laughter.

After about a half hour of interesting chit-chat (the female of the couple was a Mackintosh devotee out of the Glasgow School of Art), he politely said to my friends:

“Ach ye'll ken this, but I need to be alone with mae wee lassie nae.”

His wee lassie.

Wee!

Alone!

19 comments:

  1. And there's more....

    There has to be!

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  2. Och! It's "speed bonnie boat" all over again. I'm guessing this guy was Bonnie Prince Charlie, reincarnated.

    ;-)

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  3. Maybe you should change your name to Wee Wise Web Woman.....

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  4. That last comment has me snorting with laughter, you wee woman, you.

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  5. Are you sure, you want to tell us?
    Are you just boasting, perhaps?

    Careful, you and Marcia might start a fashion, and then where would we be?

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  6. Freda:
    I hear the applause from here!
    XO
    WWW

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  7. RJA:
    Oh much better than BPC, sir!
    XO
    WWW

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  8. Nora:
    I've never been called 'wee' before or since!
    XO
    WWW

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  9. Oh Friko my wee darlin' we'd all be 'out of the closet' wouldn't we?
    XO
    WWW

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  10. You are old enough to have met Rob Roy? Wow!! What is your secret to longevity?
    Just kidding, of course. I'm jealous if you met Liam Neeson. I have admired him since I heard him recite Coney Island. Love love loved that.
    Please: more story.

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  11. Katrinka:
    Not Liam Neeson, alas. If it were he, I fear I would never blog again, I would be so busy bowing to his becking and calling.
    As to Rob Roy, nae my good woman. More anon.
    XO
    WWW

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  12. Hmmmm - wondering whether I'd recognise the name of this Scot - the only singers in kilts I can recall: Sir Harry Lauder (too old) and Kenneth McKellar (also probably a bit before your time, but quite dishy in his young days).
    The song I remember best from the latter - "Donald, Where's Yer Troosers?

    Now is that something you might have had to sing to him, after he divested himself of the kilt, in the next episode, "Wee" WWW ?

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  13. T:
    Oh thank goodness, you're wide off the mark there, my good friend!!!
    XO
    WWW

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  14. Your date was William Wallace, THE William Wallace????? >grinning, running, ducking<

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