Couldn't give a monkeys!

[Graham]

While my American and Canadian brethren were celebrating St Andrews Day, in Australia it was the day after, so i wore my kilt to celebrate the "day after St.Andrews Day".

Before i left for the city I gazed up at the Saltire i hoisted yesterday and mused at how beautiful it looked against the blue sky, then off to work.

Now in the past I have said that i will wear shorts only when climbing ladders.
Today, being the "day after St.Andrews Day", I couldn't give a monkeys, I worked off the ladder proudly kilted. If anyone had a problem with that, it was their problem and not mine.

In the city I called into a computer store to buy a new handheld computer. The Salesmans name was Daniel McDonald, "that's a good Scottish name", said I, "yes, I was married in a kilt" said he.

and the day continued with proudly displaying the Gunn tartan all over our fair city.

I can say that i care less what people think, and that all my clients are so used to me in a kilt that they no longer care.
The only slightly sarcastic remark I got was from a man who is Scottish, he is a Scot who cares little for his heritage, sad case!.

A good day kilted!

[Dreadbelly]

Good for you Graham!!

The other day, I was looking at the Festival of Trees at the Hyatt hotel. I got a lot of strange looks going in there... I was dressed a bit better then usual, nice shirt, kilt, etc. But the dreadlocks threw them. This is a BIG expensive hotel with waterfalls and parks and stuff all inside of the building. It's huge.

And it has a glass elevator that overlooks all the greenery, the lobby, and the commons.

I rode the glass elevator

The look of sheer horror, panic, facination, and revulsion was utterly priceless. At least several hundred people were spellbound, all of them, even the most well bred bluebloods in town were all standing around with their mouths open in a perfect little "o" of what ever emotion they were feeling at that moment. The people directly below the elevator had the best faces, a few of those wrinkly old blue hairs looked as if they had bit into the most puckery old lemon ever found. A couple of the younger ladies fanned themselves. One of the fellas dropped a glass christmas onament bulb from his hand, as he stood on a ladder decorating the tree.

I am sure nothing showed... At least I hope. There was a ring of bright holiday lights around the base of the elevator giving off a lovely halo of light. And there were all these mirrors everywhere, shiny polished steel,throwing reflections everywhere.

My wife was completely overtaken with the giggles as we walked out of there. She could barely contain herself.

I wish I would have had a camera to snap a picture of this perfect moment. All those faces.

[GMan]

Graham,

Glad to hear about you not caring what others think, a true kilted gentleman you are As you can tell I salute you

Dr D,

A mall near my house has two glass elevators, and when I first was wearing a kilt with great frequency, I naturally took the elevator. I stood close to the edge and noticed all sorts of people down below looking up at the car I was in, with their heads all cocked funny and strange looks on their faces. My first reaction was that the elevator was about ready to fall apart, then it dawned on me that they were trying to find out for themselves, the age old question. I just smiled and waved and went on about my business, not caring what they thought.

[Magnus Sporrano]

Can you post some pics of yourself in a kilt so we can try to picture this moment a little better?

[GMan]

Can you post some pics of yourself in a kilt so we can try to picture this moment a little better?

Soon, very soon.

[Graham]

Thanks Glen for your kind words.

Dread - what a classic moment, I wish i could have been there!
Still I wonder how many lassies ride the elevator in dresses and skirts without raising an eyebrow!!

As a man, I fail completely to understand the fascination with what is under the kilt.

I stood in a computer store the other day when a female voice asked me what was under the "skirt", without thinking I said "it's not a skirt, it's a kilt" and turned around to see the wife of a friend.
The husband was there too, he's a huge bloke and teaches some sort of martial arts, so I wasn't going to argue with her!