I have to apologise for not replying to PMs and E-mails over the past few weeks.
The reason being is that I have been incarcerated in the local loony bin again.
I know a few of yooseyins on here have come across ancestors who have been described as Imbeciles and lunatics.
Well, according to some members of my faimily, I come under both the above categories.
So I can empathise with our relatives in bygone days, who had to put up with the stigma of being institutionalised.
These days they call mental asylums “care homes”
Madness gone politically correct.
The grandkids think I am quite trendy and tell aw ther pals I am in rehab.
My own peer group jist think ah’m a drunk huvin’ a wee rest.
I have not been allowed any alcohol at all during my visit and it has been too much of an effort to even struggle outside tae huv a fag.
All this psychoanalysis is the gemme, it makes me feel quite a complex bloke.
However, you learn a few things when you are sober.
Did you all know that John F. Kennedy has been assassinated?
Another thing is, that being in therapy is a lot more expensive than being in denial.
And ah don’t want anyone to tell me denial is a river in Egypt
My daughter has just shown me the bill so far for my vacation, if I was not already sober, this would have done the trick.
This place may well boast five star facilities, but it is still an asylum wey five star facilities.
And before I came in here, I thought normal was just a cycle on my washing machine.
I am now safely back in my flat.
So I will be in touch with everyone and send the pics taken in Milngavie, Strathaven and Eaglesham to the interested parties.
Plus records from my lists.
I will leave you with this frae the late great Tommy Cooper
“Wee Willie Winkie runs through the toon
upstairs an’ doonsters in his nightgoon”
And you think ah’m nuts?
Davie
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