A kilt!!! call security!!!!

[Pour1Malt]

Robin-

were they really Scots?

arr dae ya ken?

[Dreadbelly]

I have found that when I go BOO! it is quite effective. I do believe it is because of how my dreadlocks floof out from the sudden head gesture. It is as though a writhing mass of serpents suddenly woke up.

[Bill]

Indeed do go back with some kilted rabble and this time leave them lovin tha kilt as a mark of a gentleman. Funny story though, very funny.

Bill

[cessna152towser]

Well it does go to prove that kilts are becoming more common in the Hague, if there was a kilted rabble in the same hotel just the previous night to your arrival. The only kilts I've ever seen in Holland were being worn by the group I was with when we went to Alphen-ad-Rijn for a weekend on a town twinning visit. Its a shame though that irresponsible klit wearers get us all a bad name. As others have hinted, we need to have an xmarkers meet in this hotel to prove that some kilties can behave impeccably.

[Tattoo Bradley]

Hahaha!

[Warhoover]

HaHa didn't know you had a reputation and that it preceeded you!

[TimC]

Huh? A new form of pofiling....;-)

-Tim

[Robin]

Robin-

were they really Scots?

arr dae ya ken?

Yes they're from Scotland (I was told)...the newly wed couple lives in The Hague (expats, UN employees or diplomatic service I guess).

[Jimmy the Celt]

Hilarious story!

[Panache]

I visited a friend at her work...she's a chef in a hotel.

When I entered the hotel lobby the staff paniced and called security

In no time 2 security guards...the biggest they had in stock...stood in front of me..."leave or we call the police!"

They must have watched Braveheart recently.

...a manager arrived...he bravely positioned himself behind his troopers ...explained...a Scottish wedding party got out of hand the previous night. The wedding guests demolished each other and the party hall.

The Scots getting out of hand at a party? I'm sure that's never happened before!

...My friend..."oh...it was big fun...highlight of the evening was the flying mutton roast". She showed me the party hall...it wasn't that bad, but the large greasy splat on the wall...the mutton ended his flying career there...was impressive...

Obviously they haven't read

"Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies"

...On my way out when I passed the lobby, I couldn't resist....

BOO!

Naughty! We must only use the power of the kilt for good, never evil.


Great story Robin!

Cheers