TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 2007

Dwelly has been teaching us how to ask for drinks or say what we’d like to drink. It’s all very handy for Seanair as he can now say “Gabhaidh mi uisge-beatha”. That means “I’ll take a whisky”. We’re going to Islay for a wee trip this month and they’ve as many distilleries as a man with no thumbs – eight!! Imagine …. no thumbs. How would you manage to pick your tunes on your machine? Eh?

On that bombshell, I leave you.

Mar sin leibh!

M Jr

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THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2007

I thought I was in for a nightmare as Morag suggested I (personally) should check out the Mull Historical Society seeing we are heading there tomorrow. Cripes!! I looked them up on the internet – miracle! They are/were a band! It’s just one guy doing it all by the look of it, and he’s got some cracking tunes as well – result! Maybe, just maybe, Morag isn’t quite as grey as she acts. I think I will need to go and have a look to see if there really was/is a ‘Tobermory Zoo’. If I find it, I’ll let you know.

Munro JR

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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2007

Haidh a h-uile duine,

I’m just planning a new mix of an Arctic Monkeys song with new lyrics about Melodaidh. She sure looks good on a surfboard. I steered well clear of the surfing after my miserable failures up in Thurso in the spring.

Dè tha dol agaibh co-dhiù? It was a wee bit chilly hanging out with Melodaidh as she went surfing, but it was definitely better than trailing Seanair and Morag around the heritage and archaeology sites which seem to be … everywhere.

Tìors an-dràsta,

M-Jr

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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2007

Feasgar math. I wish Dwelly had taught me how to say ‘bad afternoon’ in Gaelic. I was just settling down to some fish and chips on the sea front. I put the stuff down beside me and went to my rucksack to get my ‘MP3 player’ out … then I heard everyone laughing. I looked up to see a bl**dy big rubbish hawk (that’s a seagull to you and me) nicking my dinner!

Robbed and humiliated in Oban. That’ll probably be the title of my best-selling travelogue about this year. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr ……………………….

I’m not sure where we’re going next month. Dwelly hasn’t told us yet. I think he’s going to spring that on us tonight. As long as there are no more avian thieves doing the rounds I’m sure it’ll be alright.

Right. Later.

M-Jr

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