There’s a word for it
WE mentioned the book “1342 Qi Facts To Leave You Flabbergasted”. We should just add the item in the book which states: “Hurkle-durkle is a Scottish word meaning to lounge around when you should be up and about.” We suspect a lot of us are having hurkle-durkle moments these days.

Now that’s a result
OUR story of the radio station playing Another One Bites The Dust when Freddie Mercury died reminds Willie Waddell in Ayr: “I remember calling my GP for a blood test result for some minor ailment, only to be put on hold listening to the Queen song Who Wants To Live Forever? To add to my misery it was played on the panpipes”

Arguing with Fidel
AFTER the death of Fidel Castro, former Labour MP Dennis Canavan recalls: 
“I was a member of a delegation from Westminster’s Foreign Affairs Committee who met Castro in Havana in 1982. Castro launched into a rant about the evils of Margaret Thatcher, repeatedly referring to her as ‘your leader’.
“I politely pointed out to him the UK was not a one-party state, that Thatcher was not my leader and that I was very critical of her policies. Fidel replied that protocol allowed me to criticise the UK Prime Minister in the UK Parliament but not when abroad. Afterwards 
a Tory member of the delegation said, ‘Canavan, you are so left-wing that even Fidel Castro had to upbraid you for attacking our beloved Prime Minister’. Which all goes to prove Fidel was really a moderate at heart!”

The happy couple
A SHAWLANDS reader tells us his wife dragged him into the city centre shopping at the weekend where she pointed out a mature couple ahead of them in Buchanan Street who were holding hands and said to him, ‘don’t they look like a happily married couple?”
He couldn’t stop himself from giving her the classic reply: “Don’t be so sure 
– they probably say the same thing about us.”

No stomach for the game
MORE on Junior football as John Crawford in Lytham recounts: “Some years ago Kilbirnie Ladeside had a centre-forward who was a prolific scorer. He also had a habit of consuming a lot of voddies the night before a match. He was okay during the first half, but when he’d had a slug of orange juice at half-time, he invariably puked up when he returned to the centre circle to start the second half, ensuring nobody was ever tackled in that area for the rest of the match.”

Maybe just puppy fat
A BEARSDEN reader emails us with the following advice: “It really is important your wife knows you’re patting the dog when she hears you say, ‘you’re getting a bit on the chunky side these days’.”
 
Check it out
TODAY’S piece of whimsy comes from Craig Deeley, who says: “I wish I was surprised by anything as much as some people at the checkout are that they have to take money out and pay.”

Setting boundaries
WARM Scottish greetings continued. Says David Will in Milngavie: “I climbed into a black taxi at Glasgow’s Central Station and said ‘Milngavie please’ to the cabbie. ‘Do you know there’s a boundary charge?’ he barked . ‘Do you know there is no tip?’ I countered. He responded with ‘I don’t like your attitude’ and suggested I take my custom elsewhere.”