No, Mommy, No- Don’t Make Me Come Up WIth a Writing Prompt

This week is a writing prompt week and we know how bad I am at those, so I’m not really going to try very hard.

Since last week when we talked about my family member, Sir Thomas, I’ve gone to England and Scotland. I’m still there in fact so let’s use that as the writing prompt, why don’t we?

Imagine Edinburgh. It’s a windy day walking up the Royal Mile. A man in a kilt is strolling along with his dog. The man is fighting to keep that blasted wind from flicking his kilt up. What does he do? Go into a pub? Go buy some underwear? Go to the underground tunnels? Does he have a flashlight? Since Edinburgh is allegedly very haunted, does he see a ghost?

Tell us his story on this cool October day. Where does he go from the Royal Mile?

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11 Responses to No, Mommy, No- Don’t Make Me Come Up WIth a Writing Prompt

  1. jeff salter says:

    LOL. I still can’t picture why — in such a cold & windy climate as Scotland — guys would go commando with a breeze scooting up their skirts.
    but I’ll put that aside for the moment and reply to the prompt.

    He takes a cue from American TV & Cinema … and he tugs his kilt until the waistband is roughly around his crotch. Thank goodness he word a long shirt that day!
    Then he darts into the local hardware store and buys two bungy cords.
    He gathers his skirt into two large sections and uses a cord to secure each of those around one of his legs …at about knee level.
    Sure, it looks odd as can be, but these ad hoc pantaloons keep his thighs warm.

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  2. Micki Gibson says:

    Ummm, can I wait until I see the pics from your trip for inspiration? And have you seen said man in a kilt with his dog? Is that man Sean Connery? (Sorry, the only Scottish dude I could come up with at the moment.) I’ll have to think on this one for a while. Hope you’re having a fantastic time!

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  3. tonettejoyce says:

    I’m with Micki,I’m coming back…but we had a crazy Scotsman in a neighborhood I lived in for a short time who used to walk around wearing a kilt with his dog on a leash.(Leave the room, Jeff!) That isn’t a euphemism! Only Jeff would worry about what was happening, as I don’t think those fellows are terribly inhibited! No,I never caught a glimpse, but he walked right up to my mother and told her what was not worn underneath and why….seems the theory he imparted was they were cleaner and healthier when tearing about the counrtyside fighting….and my mother bought it! She took it as a serious discussion…btw, the man was a robust 60+ and my mother was still very attractive and in her 50’s.It’s funnier as time goes on!

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    • The tour guide (who is Scottish) said it was because they didn’t have underwear back when the original kilt was in use. The originals were several meters of fabric covered in animal fat which acted like modern day gortex. They were used as cloaks and chest coverings in the day and as sleeping bags at night. We’re designed for the super cold. They were above the knee so they wouldn’t be hampered in their walking and fighting.

      Love the story about your neighbor, Tonette. Jeff, cute pantaloon story, too. Very witty. And Micki, sadly, I didn’t see very many in kilts.

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  4. tonettejoyce says:

    An obviously American middle-aged couple approached him.The woman said,” We noticed your kilt and…” Really tired of it all, before she can say another word, he announced,”Madam, If you are so curious about what is under my kilt…” The man rushed in,”Oh, no, no! We just knew you’d be a native! We were watching Craig Ferguson and…”The Scotsman groaned out loud.”Dunna tell me you take a man of that kind for a true Scot?!” “Oh, no,” said the American,” We were interested in Robert the Bruce…”A fine example!” said the Scot.”And William Wallace” continued the American.
    “We’ve wanted to come ever since we saw ‘Braveheart'”,said the woman.”Do you think that it is accurate?”.The Scotsman said,”We will never know what truly went on between Robert and William.” “But, said the American,”The story was kept through the Wallace family for generations…””Were that true,” said the Scot,”Not one child of the Wallace Clan would have passed a history class in eight hundred years! However, we must give the man what we do know, and a fine example of a Scot he was”. “But”, said the woman, “an Irish-American played him well”. The Scot gave her a hard stare,”Indeed he did, but we are all very proud of the fact that when the movies needed to portray the epitome of English maleness, James Bond, it took a Scot to properly pull him off”.”OK”, said the woman,”but it took another Irishman to fully portray a great Scot; I mean Rob Roy”. The Scot gave her another hard stare.”That may be true,”he countered,”but when they needed to find a man to become the embodiment of all strength, all chivalry …a man who could show the universally accepted ideal of character and leadership, one who would protect the weak and fight the strongest evil, someone who could represent this in the fullness of his youth and vigor , they could only chose a Scot!”
    “Excuse me”, asked the American,”who are we talking about?”
    The Scot pulled himself to his full height,”Obi-wan Kenobi”, he said, he nodded his head, heeled his dog and as he walked away he let the wind show the Americans what he knew they wanted to ask all along!

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  5. tonettejoyce says:

    Which is why I had him indignant…I imagine not, with the way he trashed Robert Bruce. And I think the movie Rob Roy is one of the best ever made,(I am only slightly less a fan of Liam than you are of Alan), he isn’t Scots.
    I try to be informative, Jeff!

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  6. tonettejoyce says:

    LOL!~Liam wouldn’t!

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