The Curious Case of the Missing Kilts, a Victorian Mystery

[switchblade5984]

im not getting it ...

i guess theses will be one of those things i have to read completely!

[JimB]

OH Good!
I can't wait for the next installment

[starbkjrus]

OH Good!
I can't wait for the next installment

(rubbing hands vigorously in anticipation....)

Me either!

[cessna152towser]

Keep drinking the cognac to give you the inspiration to write the next bit!

[Alan H]

The FHBCAG.........

...in a Xena, Warrior Princess outfit, including Axe...

He grows faint with excitement at the lurid image, and mops His febrile brow. He then proceeds to make a place in His bookshelf, next to the novels illustrated by Boris Vallejo, where this tome shall surely rest.

[Monkey@Arms]

Loved the prologue STOP Eagerly awaiting next installment STOP

BR STOP J

[way2fractious]

im not getting it ...

Don't feel bad, switchblade. With a nouveau novelist, one must suspend preconceptions, and await with patience the emergence of the essence. :rolleyes:

So, Panache, you have a English gentleman as executive editor? or as creative consultant?

Perhaps at a future kilt night we will witness whether life mirrors art. This could be interesting when Sinbad and Xena are joined on the dance floor by you and the F-H, B-T, C, A, G.

w2f (without two feet)

[turpin]

But where are the pictures? Is this gonna be a chapter book? nnnnhhhhhh!

[Panache]

The Flame-Haired Amazon Goddess and I, having undertaken the daunting task of determining if the Scottish country dancers of our fair city did uphold tradition and proudly display brave tartans in kilted garments whilst engaged in the traditional dances of Scotland, had ventured forth to make our inquiries. As it so happened a great gathering of the clans had commenced and we hastened to the site. Everywhere we walked we saw the bright tartans and proud banners that proclaimed that here, at this time and place those who felt the course of brave Celtic blood (and perhaps one or two drams too many of scotch whiskey) within their very veins held dominion. Quickly discovering this gathering to be one of the largest of it’s kind presented us with the daunting task of trying to cover as much ground as possible in our limited time.

Finding ourselves in need of some base of operations to proceed with our investigations in an orderly fashion, Fortune smiled on our quest with a chance meeting with a good hearted gentle fellow of our acquaintance. Well known within the ranks of our forum for his prodigious talent, and easily recognizable to us for his tall stature and resemblance to the Great Emancipator (at least so far as he had seen fit to grow his whiskers in the manner of Illinois’ favorite son). We approached him in hopes that he might direct us to some place where we could gather our thoughts and make what preparations might occur to us in the pursuit of our quest. Providence must have guided us for our friend greeted us heartily. Forthright on hearing of our need for shelter he boldly did put the resources of his clan’s encampment at our disposal, such hospitality is not uncommon among the Highland clans whence they gather. In fact many a stout hearted member of our forum did share this self same hospitality. Whilst enjoying a cold malted beverage procured for us by our earnest host, I must admit to a moment of weakness. It occurred to me that a greater study of the cumulative effects of cold malted beverages on the average kilted man might have greater importance than our current case. My lovely companion pointed out that my lethargy was slightly out of place, commencing as it were well before any actual effort. I endeavored to explain that it was only in anticipation of the great weariness of combing through the throng in an effort to locate Scottish country dancers that stalled my progress. I reached for another refreshment and settled wearily into a comfortable chair under her scornful gaze. As I contemplated and silently gave a wordless toast to the unknown fellow , perhaps a denizen of ancient Sumer or UR who one fine day invented the art of brewing, my gaze fell to rest on a small stage some few yards distant. I was taken by the sudden realization that my companion’s apparent lack of sympathy may have had it’s root cause in the close proximity of a group of people Scottish country dancing a mere stone's throw away. I observed that the male dancers all wore kilts, and having noted their appropriate Scottish attire felt inclined to consider the case closed. I gleefully reached for another beverage content my work was done.

It was at this juncture that the F-H.C.A.G. suggested that dancers demonstrating at a Highland gathering could not be used as a sample to determine that kilted attire was the norm at their weekly practice. Regrettably finding truth in her words I rose, noting she immediately commandeered my refreshment. I sauntered over to the representative in charge of the display and after some pleasantries and discrete questions was presented a flyer specifying the details of a forthcoming class in Scottish country dance.
With a time and place for an introductory presentation, I returned to my lovely lady, and (I hoped) what remained of my malted beverage. The Game was afoot and our next undertaking would be to join these dancers in close quarters and attempt to blend in with them as best we could to find the answers we sought..

To Be Continued

[Livingston]

This is very entertaining. I'll be watching this thread for a while. Great job Penache.