It finally happened.

[Roderick Powell]

Freddie, that is unreal.
Try this for logic. The Lady who Is the Director of Cornish Kilts Limited is unable to measure me for a Cornish Kilt to my requirent

while I stand in the showroom of the business.
I have stated that I am not satisfied with the way I was measured while I was fully dressed while I was wearing a Kilt which I have been
wearing for thirty five years.
My recommendation was that perhaps I should go to her sub contract Kilt maker in Cornwall to discuss my requirements for a Cornish Kilt made in the traditional Scottish Style......... I feel I hit a very raw nerve.
Perhaps someone in Forum Could provide an acceptable response.
I feel the response was Proper Cornish......................."Proper Cornish"....Is not Quite correct................Roderick...14,10,15.

Freddie. I have previously stated that in over two year of living in Cornwall , I have never seen another Kiltie on his own wearing a Scottish Kilt.
I have seen one young gentleman wearing a Cornish National Kilt; smart casual, out with his mates on a Sunday.
I have seen one Piper on a Motor Yacht. ..Imaculate.... presumably for a Casting of the Ashes on the Waters, following a Festival of Life. .....What a Way to go.

Why do I attract all the Jerks and Freaks in Cornwall. I am treated as some kind of folk hero , living out of my time.

Perhaps is my new technique in man management developed from my days working Auxilary Coastguard Incidents with a Highly Polished Land Rover with a Blue Flashing Light on the Roof. We told the police what to do.

I will probably get a dressing down from the local vicar for Rambing , But here is my story..........

"Why are you wearing a Skirt ?" Reply ,"Because I am a New Age Traveller "
Little girl says " Daddy, that man is wearing a Kilt, "
Mother joins in. "yes dear, He looks very Smart ." .........Mother turns to me.
"I love Kilts ,You do look smart." Is it true that you all run round with out any Knickers on ? "
I reply " thank you madam. Yes madam..."
Mother is now after some secret information... Turns to beautiful daughter. " Would you like an ice cream, Darling ?,"
"Ask this nice Scotsman if he would like an ice cream dear."... lady smiles at me. "It is getting hot, go and ask your father for some money. Ten pounds will do."
beautiful daughter disappears.
" So why do you all run round with out any Knickers on ?" the lady enquires .

"Because we are not allowed to wear girls clothes, Madam. " We all eat our Ice Creams.
We talk of the local area. Nice day on the beach. Beautiful daughter turns to Father.
" Daddy ,Daddy,please can we all go to the zoo. ?"
Father turns to me . He is looking for a good way out of this one. He catches my eye. I look at the family's strange clothes,
I look him straight in the eye. I give him a wink. "Why bother Sir..Its all happening on the Beach.".......
Roderick....14.10.15