Weirdness…

So I was perusing the Cairns Post at work because I had nothing else to do and I was reading my horoscope – Scorpio - which was boring. No mention of money or sex or drugs or rock and roll. Anyway I scanned the horoscopes of other people I knew and Libra caught my eye –

“To this very day, if you live in the City of York, you are legally entitled to use a bow and arrow to shoot a Scotsman. You can do it with complete impunity, unless it happens to be on a Sunday, in which case the law will offer you no protection.”

*Page 18 Cairns Post November 2012

Who knew? What did this have to do with being a Libra? Not a damn thing I could see. So who makes up these horoscopes that we read so avidly? I reckon any bugger on the planet can.

BTW…FYI…

http://www.metro.co.uk/news/895155-scottish-archery-fans-can-relax-in-york-as-archaic-laws-face-axe

The things you read in the newspaper… 

Weird thing….

…I was asked what I was worth. My answer? A lot. A bloody lot. The answer back? Nope, we think you’re only worth X amount. My response? Bugger off – you may try to make me believe otherwise but I ain’t playing your game. As my very Scottish Grandfather Bill used to say “take your plum pudding and shove it up your arse”…except when we were kids it was ‘shove it up your jumper’…no, I’m not sure what plum pudding has to do with anything but I like to say that to people to confuse them…hoping you are the same….

My Scottish Great Auntie Joan...

…who used to call me a ‘fatty’ when I was an 8 year old kid – which didn’t impress me – but Mum said it was actually a term of endearment…hmmm…was a great believer, despite her dour Scottish ways, in the ‘something will turn up’ philosophy - that when you really need help or direction it will come to you. My mother told me of a time during WW2 when she was about 4 and they were living on a farm in the outback. My mother, aged 4, turned the tap on the outside water tank, the only source of water they had, and the tank ran dry. It was a drought. Everyone was worried about what would happen without water. Auntie Joan said ‘something will turn up.’ It rained that night. Every time I’m in a similar – what-the-crap-will-I-do-position I think about old Joan and her words – and she’s right. Something does turn up….

And why the picture? I just liked it…

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