Scotland Magazine Online
Scotland Magazine Issue 38
Celebrating Scotland Across the World
Saturday 5th July 2008

Subscribe to Scotland Magazine
Latest issue of Scotland Magazine
Back Issues and Archive of Scotland Magazine
The Scotland Magazine Store
The Scotland Directory
Icons of Scotland 2007 - The Winners!
HomepageSearch Scotland MagazineContact Scotland Magazine

Scotland Magazine Issue 38
Scotland Magazine Issue 38
Read Scotland Magazine onlineSubscribe to Scotland MagazineBuy this copy of Scotland Magazine

Hotel Review Scotland

 
Scotland Magazine Issue 12

Published in Scotland Magazine Issue 12 on 19/1/2004.

This article is 58 months old and some information provided may be time sensitive. Please check all details of events, tours, opening times and other information before travelling or making arrangements.

The Tugger's tie and tale

Our latest bizarre tale from Scotland's west coast comes from Blue Dalziel

I’ll tell you about lowering standards,” he said. I’d never clapped eyes on his coupon before and here he is butting into the conversation.

The Fank and I were having at the bar. It would have been fine if we’d been talking about lowering standard, but The Fank was holding forth (as he does) about flooring Zander’s house.

Which I’m sure you’ll agree is a different topic altogether.

The stranger was undaunted.

“I’ve just lowered mine onto the floor of thon town hall. It’s there, gathering dust and who cares? I’ll tell ye. Naebody. That’s who.”

“What are you haverin’ about Old Timer?” I asked him.

“I see this tie means nothing to you,” he replied waving the scrappy swatch of material hanging round his neck at me.

The tie had a crest on it of a rope tied to the head of a dragon and “We Haul the Hulls” scribed around it.

“Can’t say it does,” I confessed.

I’m not a man for ties. Or crests for that matter.

“Tug!” says our new companion, so I put a grip on the cravat and gave it a yank. This causes some consternation.

“No the tie ya eejit!” he says, picking himself off the floor.

“See me son, I was the skipper of a tug and not just any old tug mind you.”

He drew himself up to his full 5’ 5”.

“I am the last of the Royal and Ancient Order of Tuggers”.

A tear seemed to be dewing in the corner of his eye so I refreshed his Old Mull, the least that could be done under the circumstances.

In any case, he seemed a friendly enough wee guy.

He settled down to explain.

“It .....

To read the rest of this article you can buy this issue or subscribe to Scotland Magazine to have every issue delivered direct to your door.

By

Section :

Page number : 74

Copyright Scotland Magazine © 1999-2008. All rights reserved. To use or reproduce part or all of this article please contact us for details of how you can do so legally.



Scotland MagazineScotland Magazine is published by Paragraph Publishing
Mattpage.net   Site Version : 3.1 (03/11/03)  Page Version : 1 (04/06/2006) 
Home | Search | Advertising | Contact