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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 20:18
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To The PPRuNer of PPRinCiple

The RRuLes of PPRuNe forbid, I believe, that one dwell at all on the idiosyncrasy, however innocent, of another PPRuNer, and naturally I shrink from the very thought.

If I did tend to any such solecism or gaucherie, mind you, which I do not, my mind might turn to a Small White Hound, and through it to its owner ............ but enough! Moderation in all things. This is just of general application.

Anyway it is a fact universally acknowledged, and premise of this posting, that SWH owners rarely if ever delve into fiction, and what could be a wiser habit? Certainly that is what one of them claims as a PPRinCiple. Factmen, they; nane o' yer wee lassies' stories.

On the other hand some of them, never in their active moments happier than when walking the SWH around the park, protected as they are these days by man’s estate from the long-gone interference of Parkies, will in their more passive hours delve occasionally into Studies, and these Studies have been known to lead to the brave days on the Border, when even a renegade Monro might be caught by the ears.

Lucky am I therefore to have stumbled on a work of fact, not fiction, that may come to the eye of a noted PPRuNe RReaDer.

It is by George MacDonald Fraser and is entitled “The Reavers” [sic!], published by Harper/Collins; a narrative of the Scroops, the Bucceluchs, and the Carletons, and of their sworn enemies Ill-Drowned Geordie, Nebless Clem (antecedent, surely, of the noseless villain in “Cat Ballou”), Curst Eckie, Fingerless Will, Evilwillit Sandie, David-no-good-Priest, Black Ormiston, Buggerback and many others.

One might, indeed, fear from this that our honest PPRuNer is being seduced into FFicTion, but a GGLance at the text provides reassurance and that in PPLenTy.

The very first case-file tells of the famed expedition over the border by the Scottis-men Black Dod Pringle (nom-de-guerre “Bangtail”; saddle-bags full of a selection of ladies' fine cashmere goods lest a good sales op. arise) and his henchpersons Fire-the-Sheep, Blacklugs, Grunt, Slackarse, and Wandered Tom, as they plotted GBH and armed robbery at the AGM of the good ladies of the Foulbogsdyke Women’s Institute, there to rape the committee and make off with the prize entries of crochet and home-made jam, fabrics and comestibles ever in short supply. No possible FFicTion there, to be sure.

Alerted by espionage, these women, hardy although English, made blocksafe the tower of the FWI building, from which they assailed the raiders with potted meat, jellies, raffia-work and blazing handbags. Gone, or at best diminished, were the plans to rape. Bangtail and his men were reduced to driving off the livestock in the form of half a dozen hens and a brace of cats.

Behind them on the battlements the Treasurer of the FWI, saucy minx, flaunted her curves and mocked their parting, casting roguish and provocative double-ententes at the minor glory of the League Second Division. The repartee to be expected from the lads at home did not bear contemplation.

Worse, Alas! Was to follow! ................................... but there I pause, in fact stop, leaving further research to the SWHman if this interests him; and not if does not.
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 20:49
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Aha! crashed a mailed fist upon your gate Mr Davaar? is the moss fetlock deep?
do you know the road that runs by Kale and Jed across the Carter Fell ?
One shall look up this work,the Borders are always of interest,our own wild west,only much wilder than the wild west.

Now Parcy Reed has Crosier ta'en,
He has delivered him to the law ;
But Crosier says he'll do waur than that,
He'll make the tower o' Troughend fa'.
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 20:54
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The real story:- Border Reivers


I fear that the work titled Reavers is but a Girl's Own account of events.

From the same author:- The Steel Bonnets - George MacDonald Fraser

(considered to be factual)
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 21:24
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By God yer a violent bunch up there. Should've had you lot down here when that Ffrench bloke came ashore
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 21:24
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Reavers is great fun, and has a soundtrack by Korngold (natch!).
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 21:37
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The General Danced at Dawn, semi-biographical, is also well worth a read. Everybody should have a McAuslan in their lives
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 21:41
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Aye Lad, and the toll road frae Scotch Corner tae Carlisle is no fur the peely-wally, it's no but, an' wha's collectin' the tolls this week, the Scroop or the Buccleuch?

An whatna verse wis that frae Archie (mind you, my ain orthography wad ha'e been Erchie mair liker) Noble:

We hangit two coos on the gallows tree,
We hangit them high, wi' screech an' shudder;
They twisted and turned in the wild, wild wind.
An' ye couldna tell one frae the udder.

Mmmphmm! A' the same, like ye say, as oor ain reivers i'the wast. Twas but yestreen we had them oan CFCF, Gene an the groaners, aye ettlin' oan about the lassie coming roon the mountain when she comes, or maybe gin she comes. By my faither's dirk, thoan Gene is gonnae git claimed ae day sune gin he disnae jive up the rhythm whiles. Cannae complain, tho': Ye git Gene, ye dinnae git Gabby.
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 21:47
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Erbitte Übersetzung! I dinnae speak northotheborder.
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 21:58
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Ach! (Schottisch; Deutsch; oder Hollaendisch).

Nicht noch einer!

Versuch es in zwei Schritten:

1. Von Schottisch in Hollaendisch;

2. Von Hollaendisch in Deutsch!

Easy Peasy!

Echt!
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I founded a Northumbrian Society when I was at University (aimed at bringing together those from the region - so that they could coordinate their travel arrangements at the beginning and end of each term - but also as a social society).
One young lady politely declined, pointing out that she was, in fact, a Douglas . . .
(her ancestor was killed by Harry Hotspur's men at Otterburn in 1388)

. . . that seemed reasonable, though 574 years seemed a long time to bear a grudge . . .
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 22:03
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Not really, G-C.

In fact some here -- even a Moderator, by Golly! and I have not forgotten -- have suggested that an innocent like myself shares at least one quality with the elephant.
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Indeed the Newcastle Sunderland feud is but a mewling youngster hailing only from our civil war when yonder makums were dirty Parlimentarians and we of course Cavaliers.

Some of the good Border traditions were carried across the pond by the likes of the Hatfields and McCoys of course.
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 22:18
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574 years seemed a long time to bear a grudge . . .
revenge, like porrige, is a dish best served cold.
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. . . that seemed reasonable, though 574 years seemed a long time to bear a grudge . . .
You've never been to the Balkans, have you, Cptn?
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 23:15
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Oh! Okay, then, Keef. Here we are from page 26:

"Doesn't anyone north of the Humber knock" demands Lady Godiva, bosom flashing and eyes heaving.
For the rest, buy your own.
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Old 23rd Aug 2010, 23:20
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There are those of us who are descended from the Border Reivers, and many of our feuds were of world class viciousness.

We gave the English a whipping at the Battle of Sark and put down the Clan Douglas at Threave Castle.

Our sworn enemies the Maxwells dared to try and take our town of Lockerbie for their own. We kept our main force hidden sending only small parties out to taunt the blackhearted Maxwells, then as the Maxwells were crossing the Annan, we attacked their amassed force of 2,000 troopers with our smaller force of 800. The attack was vicious and rammed straight into the heart of their formation, causing confusion and uproar. They did not fare well on that day of the 7th of December 1593.

We showed them the pain and agony of what became known as Lockerbie Licks, the downward sword strokes we as a clan had perfected. We killed 700, and wounded many more, Lord Maxwell, who had shown no mercy previously begged for surrender but ultimately had his right arm and head displayed from the battlements of Lochwood Tower. The next generation of Lord Maxwell showed himself to be just as cowardly by shooting our chieftain in the back and going on the run - finally being hunted down and hanged like the criminal he was.

We gave the Moffats a damned good thrashing as well, when they got a bit too above themselves. We were for a time the most powerful clan in the West Marches. We would ride with both English and Scottish flags in our saddlebags, and decide which side of the border were from dependent on how much of a fight we fancied or how many cattle we needed.

Our time came to an end when James the 6th (or 1st if you must) decided upon crushing the border spirit and embarked on his programme of Plantation Scots into Ulster.
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As a member of a branch of the family Nixon I think a veil is better drawn over some of the activities of my forebears - although it appears that, although bearing a totally different surname, my great great antecedents went into legend as the fighting men of the locality.

As great grandfather also married a Crosbie from Dalbeattie, I am well represented in those parts - perhaps that why SWH's sleep on my settee too!
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Border Reiver - Mark Knopfler
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G MacD F deserves to unseat that Willy Wobbledagger bloke and become required reading for those chained like galley slaves to a school desk. McAuslan has caused one many near disasters in one's trousers while seized in a fit of mirth.

Those things run deep Davaar. The skirl of the pipes is still enough to cause one's porridge wog ancestors to pound the war drums in one's head and bring forth thoughts of jumping the fence clutching a large stick to shout at the neighbours.
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