Its been a very very long time since I've had any negative comments about my Cilt, especially given with any 'real negative conviction'. Last Saturday, Elaine and myself and those of our friends who could make it, took of yet again to The Red Cow, in Pontsticill. Great real ale, really cheap home cooked food, log fire etc .. its a 'hillwalkers' pub. It takes 2 buses to get there from the city centre. While we were waiting for the second little hopper bus to take us up into the hills, we spent the time having a pint n coffees in the local Wetherspoons pub. Here we are.

Just below the picture on the left are a few guys on a table, all retired ex Miners or Quarry Men I guess ... they were a hardened bunch. When we got up to go, the first one started ... 'so wheres u from then'. I said a sentence or two and then I was told its pathetic how a man can wear a skxxt. Trouxxrs are for men etc etc. I'll say now that I am thick skinned so it did'nt bother me one bit. The rest of our gang were already out the pub and on route to the bus stop. Anyhow I'm stood there taking all this 'gip' from em when another guy comes back from the bar to join them. He was just like the rest of them, asked me a question, I replied, then he gives me the 'real hard man's look' .. guess you know what I mean. Anyhow, I said to them all, as I was going to go 'I take it then you have'nt got any Cilts in your wardrobes at home' .. this was followed by several 'expletive' words, not for this forum. I simply said ' tara boys, see you next time no doubt'. Although we have been in this pub dozens of times, thats the first time that has happened. I then caught up with everybody, and just as I did 2 cars gave a beep .... I thought its gonna be one of those days. We got to the bus stop only to find an elderly guy waiting. He looked up and said 'Oh look, a fairy'. I'm starting to laugh now. I explained it is a welsh cilt but he still wanted to call it a fairy skixxt. Still we got on the bus and went on our way. He got off a few stops before and headed to this other pub. The time in the Red Cow was fine, until I went to the loo. Who was sat at the bar but this guy. He obviously doe's a little pubaround on a Sat. 'Ahh' he said 'Its the welsh fairy again'. I put my hand on his shoulder as I passed and said 'Indeed it is'. Anyhow to cut a long story short we eventually headed back home, and when we got off the bus in the city centre we all piled straight into a LLoyds Bar (they are tied in with Wetherspoons). The place was jam packed with all ages, mainly young people who who all out ready to start clubbing early, but it made a very pleasant change to the day, that no one there made any comment (or even noticed really) that I was wearing my Cilt. While I was at the bar about ten girls all queued up behind me all dressed as police women, out on a hen hight .. they even had a 'blow up doll' with em. They made a space so as I could get away from the bar with the beers and made no comments at all. Does'nt the Cilt/Kilt evoke many interesting reactions and non reactions .. as Spock would say 'Fascinating'. Sorry If I bored you with this tale, but just thought I post it.
Iechyd Da
Derek