I’d be afraid he’d have nob cheese

That movie comes to mind every time I see a little hammer. There was a villain on the very comic-book-like Luther who had the very same weapon of choice. Rather awful in its mundane lethality, the little household hammer...

Scots shouting are always funny - Gerard Butler’s Glaswegian “THUS. UZ. SPARTA!” is one of my favorites.

Oh god, there’s an Adele album headed our way, called “Reps”.

I very slightly miss the old days when huge fellas screamed at me in the only gym in town, to do “one more” until I puked, then cheered and accepted me as one of their own. A super SKINNY one, but one none-the-less.

Say what you will, The Windsors are damn fine pointers

I met The Barrowman once, and he (and his sis) are very lovely people indeed. She sounds totally Scottish while he drops into a rather startling Scots accent when talking WITH other Scots....

But not 1,000 years. These Big Ideas guys are all about the thousand years. Nothing less will do.

Also, the phrase “what an ass!” is apposite for both.

You act like Herringbone is less globally known than former Canadian PM Harper....

Better late running up that hill than never, I suppose ...

I am reminded of the well intentioned but chaotic Harper Collins open submission a year or three ago, where they were swamped and the whole rejection affair went on for about a year. The lesson being only that a helluva lot of people will send stuff in.

This is all only slightly less painful and humiliating than Napoleon’s retreat from Moscow. No, wait, slightly more.

I would totally be that guy and drive around in either, until the
“make it transform, then....” demands from passersby drove me mad.

This mental image will be gladly left behind in 2015.

We totally did the First Foot thing when I was a laddie in Scotland. How we laughed if the First Footer was tall, dark and bearing coal. Once, even I remember a short blond fella came to the door and we laughed until we cried, then burned him alive in a wee basket for luck.

These are not the droids you are looking to celebrate with

I’m sorry, but nothing, I say nothing, beats Shelley in the tearjerking stakes, not even that labrador movie with Owen Wilson.

Oh, alcohol CLOCKS.... cause this would be about right either way

The hospital of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood clots of patriots and poor black people.” - Thomas Jefferson