Future Horrors

In the odd, spare moment, I’m doing some Scottish research. It’s gonna take lots of odd, spare moments **sigh**.

I think every British book has title and copyright pages like this (exaggerated, but not much so):

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THE PANOPLY OF BRITAIN

Hugh Hume Fforbes-Hamilton, Series Editor

THE HIGHLAND CLANS and Lowland Families of SCOTLAND

Being an Account of their Dynastic Origins founded on Henry Sibbald’s Edition of Sir Archibald Wood’s Celebrated Historicum Familia Scoticum as translated from the Original Latin by Mary Jane Smith, Oxford University

by

Sir Iain Edward Philip Arthur George Scrymgoeure of that Ilk, Bart., Ph. D., Q. C., Falkirk Pursuivant of Arms Extraordinary

Foreword by Craig Connolly and Billy Ferguson

Photographs by L. Nimoy

National Caledonian Trust in association with The Royal Scottish Historic Families Commission Press

London & Dublin

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© 1970 Annette Valois Scrymgoeure

Second Revised Edition, 1983
8th Reprinting, 1997

Expanded and Slightly Corrected, 2005
Lucky Dragon Books, Ltd.
Bruceton Mills, West Virginia

Printed in Hong Kong

Bound in Bulgaria

Dust Jacket Designed by Dicky Battenberg

Genuine Bonded Leather Edition

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I shutter to think of references and bibliography. My old, high-school MLA Handbook ain’t worthy!

The Things One Learns: Buffalo Rock . . .

. . . ( a locally bottled gingerale) COMES IN DIET. There’s that sort of demand? Amazing.

Also learned at the grocery store: U2 is now considered Muzak, along with Cher. All the Muzak and “easy listening” radio in my youth was more sedate stuff; in fact, the local dentists would pre-anesthetize people by playing it in the waiting room. Barely needed novacaine.

Learning all the time . . .  

I Am Not Ready . . .

. . . for football season. ‘Nuff said.

Sporran, Sporran, Burning Bright

Since a kilt hasn’t any pockets, a gentleman so attired must don a sporran. OK . . . a sporran is that purse thingy that hangs on the outer apron (front) of the kilt.

In as much as the sporran (as worn with a kilt) is NOT a feature of a lady’s Scottish attire, the sporran is, therefore, manly (as is the kilt: the aprons lap over the other way around than a lady’s skirt would, thank-you-very-much).  No need to throw around Deuteronomy, abomination, and gender-specific attire, Pilgrim.

Sporrans are often constructed from stock pieces that can be combined in different ways. I just learned that it is possible to “build your own sporran” and place an order for the resultant opus. I don’t think this is a good idea. I know people who literally would come up with the following creations. (Well, probably not the pink one–why is that even an option?)

For the honour of playing with Henderson’s Build-A-Sporran web site, clique HERE.