Tales From The Kilted Crypt !

[Bugbear]

It is still a story; it is being told to a group; it is lore.
As true as it is, it is your truth, and it is the world as you perceive it.

Did you see what the rugby player types saw, as they saw it? I doubt it.
Do you really know what the young lady at the disco actually asked and said? I don't think so.
I may not even be perceiving the story, through your words, as you or others are perceiving it. We each bring our own life into the hearing of the telling of this story.
That is an essential aspect of folklore.

In ten-millian years, someone or something may read your story, breathing life into the lore again, and the experiences brought to the reading of the story by the reader will still play a role in the perception of the story.

[Lachlan09]

I'm glad you think it's folklore. But I'm too cynical and realistic for misty-eyed Bonnie Prince Charlie / Braveheart b.s.

I told you what happened. I was there. It happened. Simple as that. Don't believe it, but I know and I didn't "perceive".

I don't believe in ghosts, haunted Edinburgh or Highland castles - it's for tourists.

I'm real and don't need to fantasize.

[Lachlan09]

It is still a story; it is being told to a group; it is lore.
As true as it is, it is your truth, and it is the world as you perceive it. Well Ted, it's either true or it isn't. It's true and there's only one world.
Did you see what the rugby player types saw, as they saw it? I doubt it. As a wild guess, I would say they saw my knob and bollocks too, that's waht's usually between your legs. I'm 5 foot 7 and these guys were over six foot, so not hard to tip me up
Do you really know what the young lady at the disco actually asked and said? I don't think so. Well, she wasn't there selling stickers for the Salvation Army. No I didn't hear what she said. That's why she walked off without me getting her number. She was cruising for a drink though. Only a dunderhead could have thought otherwise
I may not even be perceiving the story, through your words, as you or others are perceiving it. We each bring our own life into the hearing of the telling of this story. As for my bit of life I brought into it later, well, I had a wank thinking about the blonde
That is an essential aspect of folklore. (jeez - folklore ? that's for bored Teuchters who didn't have telly)
In ten-millian years, someone or something may read your story, breathing life into the lore again, and the experiences brought to the reading of the story by the reader will still play a role in the perception of the story.

I won't care I'll be a long time dead

[Paul Henry]

Ted, I think there is a troll in our midst.... if we don't poke him , perahps he will go away!

[Bugbear]

Alright, I'll... fade away from this thread.

"Bell Bottem Blues" anyone.

[Lachlan09]

Sorry gents, not a troll, but a real Scot who does not like having the inference of being called a liar, even in a nice way. No real Scot does.

I thought Americans understood this.

[Bugbear]

Sorry, Lachlan09, did not intend in any way to imply what you wrote is a lie.

And with that, I am out of this thread.

[Lachlan09]

Okay Ted, friends again ?

[Bugbear]

All better.

[Bigkahuna]

I think it's a Damn Good story any way you look at it. Love the expression "Kilts are Catnip to Women". How true.