We inadvertently prematurely named our car last week. We were under considerable pressure from ‘you know who you are’, and we announced the name of Siskin. It turns out the car is a girl, not a boy as we had thought, and we found out her name today. Because she requires so much lettuce to get going, her name is Slug. The Slug. The Sluggy Slug. Don’t get me wrong, she can pick up speed, she just needs a fair amount of revs to take off in the first place.
On other Scottish news, this week I tried Irn-Bru, softdrink of Scottish champions, they make great ads on telly. Except up here they call softdrink ‘juice’. Weirdos, not my fault then, when I actually bought OJ for a workmate, when he meant Irn-Bru… The drink itself tastes like a cross between Fanta and Lucozade, but caffeinated. I was also talked into eating a buttery, which is an Aberdonian foodstuff, essentially a lump of lard tasting kind of like cold toast, and looking like this. Not worth writing home about really, but here I am. And today we tried the original deep fried Mars Bar! I’ve had a crumbed and deep fried mini mars bar on a stick at Clontarf, but this was a battered version, full size, no stick. We both enjoyed sharing the melty choco-caramel goodness. We thought it was easier to eat than a regular cold Mars bar.
The observant of you might notice I had to wear a scarf today (yes it’s gone cold again dammit). We went out for a nice Sunday arvo drive to check out some birds. Last week it was Loch Strathbeg, where we saw a rare Whiskered Tern (only the fourth sighting in Scotland) as well as Gadwall, redshank, godwit, marsh harrier, whooper swan; this week Loch Kinnordy. Mainly ducks this week I’m afraid! Mallard, moorhen, widgeon, mute swans. But we did get a cheeky glimpse of one of my favourites, little Wren, hopping like a mouse in the undergrowth. Not to mention the less than exciting moment, mid-bush-pee, when Wes alerted me to some approaching walkers, and I had to whip my pants up quicksmart! eek!