Jet City Improv Kilt Show

[Streetcar]

Thanks for sharing the evening, it looked like a blast. Seeing the picture of the one costume dissenter I think he did you a great service ("this is kilting, and this is crossdressing" )





Err exactly what was he reciting?

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Pour1Malt? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to kilt, we are enow
To do our garment’s loss; and if to kilt,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour (and girls).
HAMISH’S will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Matt Newsome, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear (as long as they are kilted);
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet another’s pleats,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a kilted man from the world round.
BARB’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one kilted man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Robertson, through my pleated host,
That he which hath no stomach to wear his kilt,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his wallet (for we shall take away his sporran);
We would not be kilted in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to kilt with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crisp Pleats.
He that kilts this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the Pleated name .
He that shall kilt this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Crisp Pleats day.'
Then will he whirl about and show his pleats,
And say 'These I wore on Crisp Pleats Day, look how they have held their crease.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats of kilting he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Retro Red, McClef, Cessna152Towser, David Dalglish, Pour1Malt, Streetcar, McMurdo, Ayin McFie, dave dove,
Cloves, RiverKilt, Grant (sadly), and the rest of the rabble-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And the day of Crisp Pleats shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band kilted of brothers (and sisters);
For he (or she) to-day that kilts with me
Shall be my brother (or sister as the case may be)
;be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen (and ladies) in England (and elsewhere) now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods (or womanhoods) cheap whiles any speaks
That kilted with us upon Saint Crisp Pleats day.



Cheers

Jamie

Congratulations - You're hired!

[Panache]

Congratulations - You're hired!

But Kyle,

You do this instantly, on stage, without the benefit of coffee!

I tip my hat to you and your fellow performers

Cheers

Jamie