Sorry, Fairness
12/17/2006
Perhaps the most annoying things in life are pictures that never seem to be square with the wall. Here in The Tower of Glen Trollaigh we have hundreds of works of art covering our extensive vertical galleries and particularly at this time of year it becomes a complete pain to continually tweak the frames to make them plumb. We have suffered excessive dampness as global warming extends its watery influence on us all, and perhaps this has caused a movement in our frames, although I personally blame communism.
Certainly, over past days we have suffered from every degree of tempest and deluge; indeed, I have never seen the burns and rivers so high. Neighbouring Glen Orchy has most definitely seen the highest floods in more than twenty years. Horrific tales of the Kerrs wading, waist deep through a mile of floodwater to reach home last Wednesday night are sobering. Although it is fun to think that Erica’s main concern was that she had enough strength left to hold her Glenalmond Tweed handbag above the swirling water to maintain the flexibility of the red deer clasp and to ensure the efficiousy of her numerous mobile phones.
A chastened Baron scribbles these notes tonight following some local, although high powered complaints about my feeble efforts to reflect the life and boring times of the north Argyll glens. I have used my limited knowledge of IT to scan my dribblings and find that only 8% relates to genuine local issues, and I am interested that this piddling percentage of my outpourings should threaten the closure of the blog. For the avoidance of doubt, I wish to make plain my wholehearted support of law and order and, in particular, the financially efficient provision of first class local services for which the majority of us pay handsomely. If my frivolous, fictitious mutterings have caused any offence, please be assured that it is unintended, save to highlight the grave peril that we all face, by not standing up and being counted. I am more than happy to talk to anyone at anytime through this website, or face to face in any pub of your choice. Otherwise, my purely fictitious views and those of millions of my contemporaries will continue to flow down stream from The Tower of Glen Trollaigh with the power of River Trollaigh spate water in any necessary direction that requires a good dousing. Yours aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.