I saw a rose come loupin’ oot* Frae a camsteerie plant. O wha’d ha’e thocht yon puir stock had Sic an inhabitant? For centuries it ran to waste, Wi’ pin-heid flooers at times. O’ts…

  There’s a lot of pish floating about these days, so I thought I’d add to the deluge after seeing this pic of Iggy Pop and Patti Smith. see also:

  I love to muse upon the skill that gangs To mak’ the simplest thing that Earth displays, The eident life that ilka atom thrangs, And uses it in the appointit ways, And a’ the…

  …english glasnost… …from the mouths of those…. …who use air rifles on their friendly…. …why is the truly skint never ssssss-scotch ridden… …embrace…negate… …how does… ….devolute…. ….man prise the political from anything from a…

  Yank oot your orra boughs, my hert! God gied man speech and speech created thocht, He gied man speech but to the Scots gied nocht Barrin’ this clytach that they’ve never brocht To onything…

  Nigel Slater and Jay Rayner battle it out with Philomena Cunk and Sleater Kinney for the best recipes.   see also:  

  As John Cleese says something stupid again, here he is explaining his own stupidity backed by Dr Feelgood.   see also:

  Use, then, my lust for whisky and for thee, Your function but to be and let me be And see and let me see. If in a lesser licht I grope my way, Or…