Oh Surfy....
What a man. The first pledger. Five of your Scottish pounds for my noble cause. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you.
Let me tell you about this man - the soundest mo fo ever to get stuck in academia. Looks like Euan MacGregor after that motorbike thing. Well, at least that's how I remember him. We called him Surfy Dave cos all the girls fancied him and thought he looked like a surfer (which ironically I think he now is), due to his long hair and impressive-for-a-21-year-old stubble. It mattered not that he hailed from Wormit, or that his middle name was Carol. Whatever "it" is, this man has it in abundance.
I still remember our cups of coffee in the Hub at Glasgow Uni (PS Dave, now living in London - you should try moving outside G12 the odd time), our pub quiz when we had a final the next day and won a sympathy bottle of beer from the MC, the beautiful flat that you OWN whilst you pursue a medical degree having already accrued a joint honours in psychology and Film & TV.....
Yes ladies, this man is a demi-God. The kind of man that men want to be and women want to be with.
And he has sponsored FIVE POUNDS. Take note.
Och aye but he cannae spot the mild on a sunny day and he'll no empty a sack o shaws if he thinks the spudfaither is watching!
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Davie,
ReplyDeleteYou're wrang about kennebec. He's a keen eyed roguer. I saw him spot a cara rogue in a field o' nadine at riedylees back in '95.
I doubt you'll ever see that fiver though mr tattie.
Auld Bob.
He's fuckin' useless at pooing ground keepers though, too busy trying to ease the pain in his back and eating roguers delight pieces. Swinging the dick must be a family pastime in the Kenicer household.
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