Agnes Anne Morrison - now will you believe me?
Posted: Saturday, 17 December 2005 |
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I know this pub. It was formerly called the Summer Field till Agnes Ann pitched in with her pounds from stirling - excuse my language itsa no good. She gotta rid of darts and dominoes now it's nothing but the tug of war team who are top of their league at the moment. She gotta rid of Kalinka offa the juke box now its nothing but The Three Macs and Andy Stewart. We no like change round here. She has a crap logo on the beer mats as well 'More reasons to sup at Morrison's.' We want more than this after a day's hard hammering and sickling. Can you not call her back home so we can have our Irish bar back?
Finlay John Abramovitch from HQ The Good Beer Guide Brue
'Byre on a hot tin roof ' was not by JD Williams but by Tennessee Ernie Ford a nephew of Henry, inventor of the car boot sale. Tennessee left Eoropie at the age of 14 and rose eventually to become head of Williams Formula One Racing. His famous biography is still a best seller today 'Just Williams' by Richmal Crompton whose mother was a Tolsta girl. JD Williams is an entirely different cove altogether who sold The Shiant Islands to the Nicolson family for £5000 which they paid over 38 weeks. See Chapter 2 'Sea Room' by Adam Nicolson. Hope this clears things up in your mind anna bheag. PS Adam is not the Nicholson of Institute fame just in case you were thinking along those lines
sheridan amadan from cross university department of visual studies
Whoever he is, he’d better get ready for ‘Firth in a Hot Tin Bath’, because that’s what we’re all looking forward to now!! I’m just a simple lassie and all this is a bit over my head, but you have put me in mind of a Crompton family in Tolsta now you’ve mentioned it. In fact they got quite well-known because they had a knitting donkey or a spinning mule or somesuch. Don’t remember Rich Mal, but I think the family had a bob or two. Will there be any Cromptons at the Matchmaking, or any animals with unusual skills?
annie beag from lone sheiling 17
How I laughed when someone asked what I was doing in Budapest taking snaps! It’s enough of a carry on getting south of Barvas these days. What happened was that Chrissie Mary’s cousin has a party line with the phone box at Port of Ness and heard Aggie Ann talking to Ivor Optiks in Hungary, so we could all put 2 and 2 together when we found the photo left in the kiosk. Mrs Morrison was hoisted by her own Polaroid. Hope that's cleared things up and discredited her completely so that we can get back to Festival business and let the decent Ness women have fair play.
annie beag from lone sheiling 17