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Well there's ructions on round here just now as all the members of the Ness Coastguard have resigned in support of their sacked leader. There's more on that in the Gazette.

I turned to my professional studies to take my mind off this and found some very disturbing evidence that there's many a slip between kilt and hip. No wonder there are drive-by shoutings. Not that kilts are general day wear in these parts, but we do have quite a few weddings when the bodachs flash their legs so any slips in standards could be seen by vulnerable members of the community.

Flying Cat's descriptions of kilt-wearing bodachs with skinny legs conjoured up images that I for one would rather not dwell on, but I should warn you not to look at the contents of this gallery (by clicking on next) if you are easily shocked as the snaps below will shock any right thinking Scot.



Tch.

Seemingly thirteen sheep stopped Stornoway’s traffic last Friday when they decided to have a bit of a wander round the town centre. They were probably heading for Norman S Morrison’s on Bayhead to get some flock wallpaper or maybe they were off to Woolies for some baagains.

Whatever their plans were, staff from the Comhairle nan Eilean Siar were having none of it and they were soon on the case rounding up the sheep and counting them.

No Council staff fell asleep on the job and there were no reports of ram raiding on Cromwell Street. Some drivers tooted their horns but none of the sheep did.

Chrissie Mary and I have always had a bit of a soft spot for our blogging chum Arnish Lighthouse, so we were upset that he might have felt slurred by the title of a recent Gazette article.

The offending headline said, Arnish starts to earn its keep - outrageously depersonalising our hero by using the term ‘its’ rather than ‘his’.
As far as we’re concerned Mr Lighthouse has ALWAYS been value for money, providing commentary, opinion and an informative online gazetteer. He has also distinguished himself in the role of honorary transport marshall for the fank, so he’s been earning his keep for ages.

Rest assured Arnish, there are two women in Ness ready to spring to your defence if you’re subject to further misrepresentation the media.

We hope the rest of the blogging community will join us in protecting one of our own.

Poor Chrissie Mary had a terrible shock when she wanted to buy a kettle online. The seller was far too keen on promoting its steamy properties. Fortunately the website has placed a warning to protect future bargain hunters.

Well excitement is mounting in Ness as Dods Macfarlane’s plucky lads are on Sula Sgeir just now, braving the elements for a couple of weeks to get this year’s supply of the guga.

The queues for buying the birds will be the Ness equivalent of Waterstones in London when the last Harry Potter book came out. I don’t want to whip up further hysteria in case there aren’t enough birds to go round, but I thought that it might be useful for inexperienced buyers to have a recipe.

Boil.

Hope that helps.

Today is International Blog Day and tws has told us to tidy up our blogs and get ready for visitors.

So welcome to a Ness blog. Here’s a strubag to start with. I’ve got the biscuits, oatmeal scones, Paris buns and jam all waiting.



mjc has suggested that some bloggers are especially interested in navel gazing so here’s a picture of some that you can study till your heart's content - although I can't see the fascination myself. Still each to their own. Many thanks to my friends Chrissie Mary and Murdo John for their help with providing the subject matter for the snap.

I’ve covered the navels up so that no-one is made to look at them unless they want to.



P.S. Happy birthday to Gordon from Stornoway.