Spik Doric : Lesson 36
Smore. Verb, transitive and intransitive. To smother or to choke. One syllable, rhyming with “pore”. Smore is one Doric word that has an obvious English correlation: smother. However, the Doric version applies only in specific cases. You don’t smore fruit with whipped cream. You don’t smore yourself with suntan lotion before heading for the beach. [...]
Toulmin winner for 2013
Six years ago, Graham Reid, a businessman in Aberdeen, decided to sponsor a competition in memory of his late father, John. John was a farm worker by trade, but a writer by instinct. His pen-name, David Toulmin, was familiar to many Scottish readers from the 1970s onwards. It seemed obvious to Graham that a writing [...]
Memories of Aberdeenshire in 1978
This entry in our occasional photo series looking back 30-40 years ago shows one celebrated North-east town on a Saturday afternoon. Can you guess which one? I don’t know about you, but the thing that strikes me about all these photographs from the 1970s is how little traffic there was. My notes show that the [...]
Spik Doric : Lesson 35
Spaver. Concrete noun or, occasionally, an adjective. A gentleman’s fly. Pronounced spay-verr, with emphasis on the first syllable. The gentleman’s fly is never a fly in Doric. It is the spaver. This applies whether it comprises zip, buttons or any other aperturial arrangement. A spaver which has been accidentally left undone after a visit to [...]
Outfoxing the advert scams
You might have noticed in the news the kerfuffle about an English “inventor” having sold bomb-detecting devices to a number of governments and airport-security services around the world, principally in the Middle East. It turned out that the devices had been based on golf-ball detectors from the US and, depending on whose advice you took, [...]
Humour, even in the saddest situation
EVEN in the depths of sorrow, there is always something to make you smile. After a recent interment, we went to the funeral tea or, as we say in North-east Scotland, “the biled ham”. I was chatting with various people when, to my side, I overheard a conversation between two elderly women. They were discussing [...]
Norman S. Harper (1928-2013)
Apologies for the break in service. My dad died suddenly on March 21. He was 84, but had been in otherwise fine health, so his death was a shock to all of us. We have been busy coping with the 101 things that need to be attended to at such times. Normal service will be [...]
In the May, 2013, issue, Norman Harper gets a telling-off for ignoring an old North-east Scottish superstition.
