I had to use Wikipedia to understand the Wayne's World reference. I don't have a TV and am culturally illiterate in some areas. (But I know more tunes than I would if I watched TV. )
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Tell us something.: I play flute, whistle and harp and have been a member on this board for many years. I have tended to be a lurker recently and just posted a response for the first time in quite awhile.
"I have spoken to the purple sheep of Ballaghbeama."
"Morwenna is 'going-on-then' on the dining room rug."
And whether the blood be highland, lowland or no.
And whether the skin be black or white as the snow.
Of kith and of kin we are one, be it right, be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of a song.
There is a particular abandoned cottage, tucked away in the Ballaghbeama Pass in Co. Kerry, which my wife covets with some vigour. Every time we go through the pass I have to park so she can meander off to spend half an hour drooling, and fantasising about living in the middle of nowhere with no mains electricity, gas, water or sewage disposal. I should say here that I find the idea as appealing as The Amazing Lindsey does.
Anyway, there is a certain flock resident in that area whose farmer or shepherd has marked each sheep's arse with a larger-than-average patch of very purple dye. One year, while my wife was engaged in a particularly time-consuming daydream amongst the fallen stones of the cottage, I found myself enjoying a conversation with an amiable, purple-arsed ram. Nice chap - listened for ages without interrupting and without once applying his horns to my posterior. That is all I ask from those with whom I speak.
We parted on good terms, I think.
And whether the blood be highland, lowland or no.
And whether the skin be black or white as the snow.
Of kith and of kin we are one, be it right, be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of a song.
Tell us something.: Playing Scottish and Irish music in California for 45 years. These days many discussions are migrating to Facebook but I prefer the online chat forum format.
One Holloween night, a friend and I were escorting our kids around the neighborhood trick-or-treating.
One of his sons was dressed as a Viking and was hitting his brother with his plasic axe.
"Ian, stop smiting your brother with that axe!" my friend admonished.
He then turned to me and said, "That was the sort of sentence that I never thought I, as a parent, would end up saying."
buddhu wrote:Anyway, there is a certain flock resident in that area whose farmer or shepherd has marked each sheep's arse with a larger-than-average patch of very purple dye.
IIRC that is not a marking dye but a treatment for external parasites that tend to congregate around the sheep's nether regions (sorry, Lamby).
djm
I'd rather be atop the foothills than beneath them.
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Iv e personally never been close enough to wildlife to initiate a conversation. 
Laural & the Bots...