Days Of Wine and Wellies. Part The Firste

What could be sexier than drinking champagne from the lip of your loved-one’s wellie? I know. Not flipping much. But we don’t have time for you to be drifting off in a moon-eyed reverie right now, so focus. For I have a tale to tell you. Up here in the romantic North-West we have to be more practical than you on the mainland because if we stand around being romantic all the blowy day we’ll get chills in our bladders and on our blains and other assorteds. This makes us ineffectual and we are nothing if not fectual. For who then will feck the fish off the boats and then feck them over to the shop for the rest of we feckers to buy for our fecking teas? Exactly. We do all our romancing in the warm nooks of  peatstacks or Ford Pintos until our grannies die and we get their houses.

It all began, as many things do, with a vomiting incident on a CalMac ferry. It was a fearsome morning at sea, which would have sorely tried the valves of the most iron-stomached sailors, and thus, for Oliver from Basingstoke, things went swiftly from green to purple. On a tossing ship at sea, everyone lives their own digestive drama oblivious to everyone else. We reel about the deck, one hand clutching our stomachs, the other stapled over our mouths, bouncing off each other like  pinballs, hair streaming, bobble hats and small pets flying as the seagulls scream for us to vomit. The average person can resist throwing up under such circumstances for about half a bilious hour but unfortunately the ferry ride lasts two and a half and Oliver was from Basingstoke besides. Hence, 5 minutes out from the port of Ullapool, our poor, wretched hero was coming face to face with his own biology, God and strawberry pop tart.

However, as everyone who ferries knows, once you have up-chucked, you are grand. Grander than all the other miserable souls trying to preserve their over-priced Inverness breakfasts and determined to, as a matter of bloody principle after managing to keep it down on the roller-coaster bus ride to Ullapool (or Ullapoop as children and Free Church elders hilariously call it.)

Thus it was that our friend, Oliver, was feeling quite chipper when the boat reached the head of Loch Broom, where the ancient submerged moraine makes for notoriously choppy waters even on glass calm days. He was strolling about deck, whistling and nonchalant at a 45 degree angle against the battering gale, when suddenly from out of the deserted cafeteria hurtled a vomiting girl – no, a vomiting woman – of such rare and green beauty that Oliver’s hat was quite blown off. You might say, “Ach, PCB, away and boil your bunions with onions, it was just the wind, lassie!” But it wasn’t, you know, it was love. I’m from the romantic NW and we see this sort of thing all the time. Yes, and have to listen to the naysayers too. It’s never the wind. The wind only takes gloves and high-denomination currency, and pregnancy tests before you can read them. It’s only love can blow your hat off like that. (If you are a man and your scarf should blow off, however, island lore says you may find you have lost something very precious indeed, so make sure to tie a good windsor in it. The scarf.)

OK, now I have drifted off in my own moon-eyed reverie and can’t focus n’more. Plus, I only have until 1pm to do all the things I’ve been putting off  this morning by reporting on this instead.  I shall continue the tale of Oliver and his Vomiting Venus the next time I have other stuff I’m meant to be doing. Kim doesn’t believe me, do you Kim?  And Conan thinks this will be just another half-baked, half-finished, half-tale from Sam. But I will. I will. So until then I leave you with that too, too solid advice from the last paragraph of the story there: tie a knot in it. Plus video of the same ferry that used to run between Ullapool and Stornoway in the Outer Hebrides. Now in New Zealand or Fiji or Somewhere.

Pip-pip, peeps.

HMV Suilven. Erstwhile Ferry For Lewis And Harris

133 thoughts on “Days Of Wine and Wellies. Part The Firste”

  1. Pingback: MELVIN
  2. Pingback: JOEL
  3. Pingback: BRETT
  4. Pingback: GLENN
  5. Pingback: STEVEN
  6. Pingback: BRYAN
  7. Pingback: MARION
  8. Pingback: JOHNNY
  9. Pingback: LEWIS
  10. Pingback: BRUCE
  11. Pingback: LEROY
  12. Pingback: JASON
  13. Pingback: JEREMIAH
  14. Pingback: DENNIS
  15. Pingback: ROLAND
  16. Pingback: ALEX
  17. Pingback: AARON
  18. Pingback: BRUCE
  19. Pingback: DWAYNE
  20. Pingback: SHANE
  21. Pingback: VINCENT
  22. Pingback: VINCENT
  23. Pingback: ALLEN
  24. Pingback: NATHAN
  25. Pingback: REX
  26. Pingback: STEPHEN
  27. Pingback: STEPHEN
  28. Pingback: JOHNNY
  29. Pingback: BOB
  30. Pingback: RONALD
  31. Pingback: JERRY
  32. Pingback: JAMES
  33. Pingback: EDWIN
  34. Pingback: LUTHER
  35. Pingback: EUGENE
  36. Pingback: RAY
  37. Pingback: DEREK
  38. Pingback: TRAVIS
  39. Pingback: ALAN
  40. Pingback: MARVIN
  41. Pingback: MATT
  42. Pingback: EDWIN
  43. Pingback: CHRIS
  44. Pingback: BRYAN
  45. Pingback: MARK
  46. Pingback: TRAVIS
  47. Pingback: MILTON
  48. Pingback: ZACHARY
  49. Pingback: NATHAN
  50. Pingback: ALEX

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *