FASCISM CREEPS INTO DUNFERMLINE
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Mr. Laidlaw looks a bit out of it...or drunk...
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 08:59 AM
Now THAT is a "smoke free environment!"
Posted by: Dave | March 26, 2007 at 09:00 AM
Next they'll be banning Mud from the blog...sheesh...
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 09:00 AM
can beer drinker's still belch?
Posted by: crossgirl | March 26, 2007 at 09:02 AM
Mr Laidlaw (35), who is furious at the ban by Thirsty Kirsty’s, is thought to be the first person in West Fife to be barred for breaking wind.
Classic reporting!
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | March 26, 2007 at 09:03 AM
indeed Siouxie, just this morning he fogged up the forum. Be we love him anyway...
Posted by: mm | March 26, 2007 at 09:06 AM
"You can’t just have one guy sitting there farting his day away"
Well, I guess I owe everyone an apology.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 26, 2007 at 09:07 AM
Kind of a revolting thought that the bar used to be so full of smoke that you didn't even notice the farts and BO.
Posted by: artchick | March 26, 2007 at 09:08 AM
By the way, What the hell is Toni wearing today and why should we care?
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 26, 2007 at 09:10 AM
WOO HOO!! simul with the Blog ...on a thread about flatulence...
not sure how to take that.
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 09:10 AM
was it good for you Siouxie? go ahead, light 'em if you got 'em.
Posted by: wickedwitch | March 26, 2007 at 09:17 AM
Simple solution: farting sections.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 26, 2007 at 09:22 AM
“I didn’t even have a chance to draw breath."
Why would he want to? I say bring back the smoking, and we can all breathe easier.
Posted by: Katie in FL | March 26, 2007 at 09:22 AM
“Other people have dropped handbags, shall we say. But when everybody’s choking and I come out with the spray and say don’t do it again, they will appreciate that and stop it."
dropped handbags?
how many other fart euphemisms are there that i don't know about? be advised that 'dropped a handbag' will appear in a poem here soon.
Posted by: mudstuffin | March 26, 2007 at 09:29 AM
oh, and for the record, i have never been to dumferline.
the smell peeled the paint, made us gag
and the pub patrons that night were all stag
so we were compelled then to ask
as we donned our gas-masks
"who the hell dropped that handbag?"
Posted by: mudstuffin | March 26, 2007 at 09:37 AM
a silence after
pause, then a rush for windows
the fallen handbag
a handbag was dropped
somewhere over in scotland
his tab paid in full
pleases to meet you ma'm
yes, i am your daughter's friend
whoops, dropped my handbag
Posted by: mudstuffin | March 26, 2007 at 09:47 AM
oops, i guess i cleared the room again...
Posted by: mudstuffin | March 26, 2007 at 09:48 AM
Did someone say Scotland?
In the chilly hours and minutes
Of my flatulence, I get the sense
I'm not wanted here in Dumfermline
To fill the air all around me
And let loose my scent, from here to Kent
Ah, but I may as well try and pass some wind
--apologies to Donovan
Posted by: Stevie W | March 26, 2007 at 09:48 AM
*opens blog widows and turns fans on*
*strikes a match* *sprays the room*
Is it safe now???
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 09:52 AM
*open blog wiNdows too*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 09:54 AM
"It cometh in the night and dropeth like a handbag,
Verily it cometh like a crusty patch of nature e'en in pub,
Creeping, silent it weakens the heart and turns the ale from warm to steaming,
And doth make the Gaffers fall and the Gamers scratch.
Curse the wind and curse the windmakers
Curse the scourge of places public
Take thine hobby and go elsewhere
Drop no more handbags, now, Begone!"
Posted by: russellmc | March 26, 2007 at 09:55 AM
and how many of us HAVEN'T wanted to open a blog widow or two....
Posted by: russellmc | March 26, 2007 at 09:58 AM
Handbags droppin' from me
Nothin' but cleared rooms do I see
No Bluebirds singin' a song
Nothin' but handbags all day long
Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Never saw things goin' so right
Noticing the neighbors hurrying by
When you're got gas, my how they fly
Handbags, some of them gone
Nothin' but handbags from now on
(No one smilin' at me
Nothin' but cleared rooms do I see)
Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Never saw things goin' so right
Noticing the neighbors hurrying by
When you're got gas, my how they fly
Handbags, all of them gone
Nothin' but handbags from now on
Nothin' but handbags from now on
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 26, 2007 at 09:59 AM
Ready for fun, I saw the "Closed" sign
On the pub door in Dunfermline
As I said "What goes here?"
I wrinkled my nose here
'Twas Laidlaw who on haggis had dined
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 26, 2007 at 10:01 AM
*strikes a few matches for the boys*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 10:08 AM
Something about that face looks familiar
Posted by: Glix | March 26, 2007 at 10:51 AM
LOL Glix!
I loved Marty!
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 10:56 AM
First they ban smokers, now it's old farts, where will it all end?
Posted by: jec666 | March 26, 2007 at 10:57 AM
Suppose if someone had lit a match against his butt when he did "passed" he'd quit soon!
NOTHING says, STOP like a charred hole in the pants!
Posted by: kibby F5™ | March 26, 2007 at 11:02 AM
“You can’t just have one guy sitting there farting his day away and nobody else coming in."
my feelings EXACTLY!!!
and these people haven't smelled f@rts till they've been around my Boxer.... talk about clearing a room....
Posted by: OkieDokie | March 26, 2007 at 11:07 AM
He just needs a methane control device around the ol blow hole...perhaps a pilot light,they could kill to birds with one stone and roast their wennies while they're at it.
Posted by: posted by | March 26, 2007 at 11:14 AM
Hopefully not a Gay bar could be too temping!
Posted by: posted by | March 26, 2007 at 11:16 AM
that picture's worth a thousand handbags...see what noxious fumes will do to your brain?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 26, 2007 at 11:37 AM
Former Woodmill High School pupil Mr Laidlaw
So other than farting, his big claim to fame is that he's a former high school student? Not even a graduate. Just a former student.
Posted by: Don | March 26, 2007 at 12:07 PM
This'll bring a whole new aspect to 24 blogging tonight re: The Handbag.
Oh, and what the hell does "touch-born" mean? Something about that term gives me the willies.
Posted by: Suzy Q | March 26, 2007 at 12:44 PM
I think this whole town is dirty, and not in a good way.
They have people with B.O. that they didn't notice when you could smoke?? WTD?
And I'd bet, even though the article doesn't say so, that bad breath is rampant as well, and of course the belching that Siouxie mentioned, which oftimes can be odiferious.
Posted by: Eleanor | March 26, 2007 at 12:49 PM
Suzy, that usage struck me, too.
I'm guessing that it's along the lines of "'E's a bit touched, if you know what I mean, guv'nor."
As in "touched" by the hand of God. (And not in a good way...)
Posted by: Clean Hands | March 26, 2007 at 01:11 PM
El, I believe it was crossgirl who belched. I burp very daintily...
*urpsie*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 01:15 PM
Oh, Steve Martin...
Mind if I smoke?
Mind if I FART?
Posted by: Crash | March 26, 2007 at 01:19 PM
Cabbage, anyone?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 26, 2007 at 01:26 PM
Apologies to lower case cg. And to you too Siouxie if necessary. ;)
I'm getting all my tax stuff ready to take to the tax guy - what a PITA! So I didn't take the time to scroll back up and see who said it.
I'm trying to learn how to do the loud belch thing, just because of all the stuff I missed out on in childhood, being raised as a Jewish Princess. My daughter, although a JAP, has a great belch and she's been teaching me.
The other day when my CG was here for lunch, I burped, grinned and asked how was that?
WHAT?!?!?
Need more practice, I guess. :)
Posted by: Eleanor | March 26, 2007 at 02:41 PM
Green Fog
The green fog comes
on little rat feet.
It sits looking
over bar and table
with silent stenches
and then, hopefully, moves on.
Apologies to Carl Sandburg
Posted by: ScottMGS | March 26, 2007 at 02:46 PM
El, that reminds me of that scene in the Titanic when Jack was teaching Rose how to spit.
(I know the tax work in a ROYAL PITA)!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | March 26, 2007 at 03:13 PM
...for indiscriminate wind breaking.
So discriminate wind breaking is OK?!
Posted by: writer132 | March 26, 2007 at 03:38 PM
discriminating wind-breakers wbagnfarb.
Posted by: mudstuffin | March 26, 2007 at 04:41 PM
Do I get a prize for having the illulstrious Mr. Barry post my link on the first try?
Posted by: Bob | March 26, 2007 at 05:21 PM
snork @ "crusty patch of nature" wayyyyyyy up there
Posted by: Gadfly | March 26, 2007 at 05:55 PM
I suppose this qualifies as Breaking News.
Posted by: xbalanke | March 26, 2007 at 10:17 PM
Bob's prize.
(Plus a complementary spell-check).
(Congrats!)
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 26, 2007 at 11:22 PM
To clear up a few points
1. The city is spelled DuNfermline
2. Touch is a housing estate in Dunfermline
(pronounced 'tooch' - with the 'ch' as in 'loch')
3. In Scotland, we do not celebrate a 'graduation' from high school like underacheiving americans. We graduate from college or university.
4. The landlord always has been a bawbag.
Posted by: Barry | November 21, 2007 at 08:28 AM