In two weeks time we are doing a gig to raise some money for a local support group. We are doing this in one of the local country pubs about a 10 min drive away. We went there last night with another couple, to take some more posters and handouts for the event. There were several men stood (their wives sat on stools) at the bar, with one guy who was doing most of the talking .. quite loudly as well .. macho showing off and trying to impress I call it. When I went to the bar for the second round of drinks I said excuse me and sqeezed through em all up to the bar.
This chap then said 'I like your ski$$, but where are your breast's. I then proceeded to put my hand in my sporran and handed him and his friends who heard his comment some handout cards for the gig were doing there. The gig is in aid of the local breast cancer support group. I did'nt have to say anything. His friends went a bit sheepish but I still think the penny did'nt drop with this guy. He gave me no more grief mind and continued telling his friends whatever he was yaking about before. I felt quite sorry for the guy. Similar thing happened there a few weeks ago when we went to put up the posters in the first place .. I put that in a previous posting. It certainly is never boring when out wearing a Cilt/Kilt. Having said that, in the pub last night I had several fab conversations with people of all ages who were genuingly interested to know about my Cilt, and once I had told them a little about it, it led to some nice topics about all sorts of things. One family who were sat the other end of the pub and near the door came all the way down to where we were to say cheerio to me when they were leaving. As my wife said they did'nt say goodbye to her or to our friends, it was just the one in the Cilt. People certainly remember you.
Derek