Being sick on your kilt...

[jmercier]

The worst that I've ever got on my kilt was coal smudges. How did they get there? Well, when I first had lessons in blacksmithing, the person teaching me was working a ren faire and said that if i was working with him at the faire i needed some sort of ren-type-costume, that was not synthetic fiber. Thus I wore my kilt, and a Jacobite shirt. I was good about not getting anything on it while working at the forge all day, and then just as we were breaking down to leave, i wasn't paying attention and smeared my coal dust covered hand on the apron of my kilt instead of the leather apron i had been wearing all day. *sigh* it took a long while to get rid of the spot.

[Jimmy]

Got to admit that despite being a serving foot soldier in the Tartan Army and having come through many a battle on foreign soil, I have had the good fortune never to have been sick in the kilt.

Probably the nearest I have came to disaster was in the batte against the Brazilians in Paris in 1998 when I thought that I was going to miss out due to over indulgence the day before. Fortunately, a friendly foot soldier literally dragged me to a Moroccan bar where I was given much needed medication that allowed me into the battle zone.
Mind you, Arlen, being dragged along the pavements of Paris did not do my kilt much good, it now looks like one of those battle weary regimental flags from the Napoleonic wars.

PS. footnote from foot soldier - we narrowly lost that battle but covered ourselves in dignified glory

[ccga3359]

Got to admit that despite being a serving foot soldier in the Tartan Army and having come through many a battle on foreign soil, I have had the good fortune never to have been sick in the kilt.

Probably the nearest I have came to disaster was in the batte against the Brazilians in Paris in 1998 when I thought that I was going to miss out due to over indulgence the day before. Fortunately, a friendly foot soldier literally dragged me to a Moroccan bar where I was given much needed medication that allowed me into the battle zone.
Mind you, Arlen, being dragged along the pavements of Paris did not do my kilt much good, it now looks like one of those battle weary regimental flags from the Napoleonic wars.

PS. footnote from foot soldier - we narrowly lost that battle but covered ourselves in dignified glory

Brings a tear to my eye. To you Sir, I offer my heart-felt thanks for keeping up the 'British Side' through bravery and determination. 'Rule, Brittania! Brittania rule the waves'.