... From the CWA Dagger Awards:
"We got to mingle with the great and the good of the crime world - top literary agent Jane Gregory, Natasha Cooper, Simon Kernick, and we even had a bit of a dance with the kilt twirling Stuart MacBride!"
Wonder if Stuart will wear the kilt to Harrogate?
And does ANYONE have a picture?
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I'll bring my kilt, if you think it will get a laugh. The question is, which one? The formal evening dress, or the more informal day tartan?
Have you and Stuart got matching kilts? That would be a worthy picture.
Of course we don't have matching kilts! Stuart is a MacBride and proudly wears his clan plaid. I, on the other hand, take the Robertson tartan, from my paternal grandmother (the Oswalds come from Viking stock, allegedly). We are not mortal enemies, like the MacDonalds and Campbells, but to dress us alike would be wrong.
*shakes his head at the wrongness of it*
Do the Ramsay's have a tartan?
Or the Greaves?
Because on my mother's side, we're Greaves. Kevin's grandmother was a Ramsay.
Here, though, people just wear whatever damn tartan they want to!
So no great slashing claymore battles then, I suppose.
That would be something to see.
Difficult to slash with a claymore - that's more of a battering weapon.
The Ramsays have a fine tartan (http://www.rampantscotland.com/clans/blclanramsay.htm), but I can't find anything for the Greaves. In Fife, a Greave is a farm foreman, so it may be that you have an agricultural background.
For some reason I thought a claymore was a big two-handed sword. Score minus one for me, doh!
Back a million years ago or so, I still remember vividly the day we were trained to set up claymore mines. It was basically a rectangular plastic box, slightly curved, with some electrical leads along the top edge. On one side, molded into the plastic, were the words, "Front toward enemy." On the other side, "Do not eat."
I don't know about fun with Stewart. But M. G. is sure haveing fun with Konrath and Eisler!
You know, I heard that Bonnie. Apparently, there are write-ups in cyberspace I haven't found...
I'll have the kilt on the day before I go to Harrogate, but there's no way I'm carting the damn thing all the way from Newcastle and back up to Aberdeen. It's going back in the car with She Who Must. So you'll just have to fantasize without visual aids.
Bill, worry not. The Claymore is a big, heavy sword. What I meant was that it was so heavy and unwieldy that it wasn't much use for slashing - you need a scimitar or cutlass for that kind of work.
And Mr Stuart, you're no fun at all. Will I be the only one there wearing tartan?
You're so lazy, Stuart.
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