Here’s a story of a host moment gone wrong:
On this date in 1822, Scottish poet and novelist Sir Walter Scott played host to George IV when the king visited Edinburgh. The king gave Scott a glass goblet in honor of the occasion. Scott put it in his pocket and later sat on it and crushed it.
On the plus side, Scott popularized the kilt during that visit, leading to modern-day visions such as this one:
Hubba. Which I think is Scottish for “Damn!”
I’m sure it will come as no surprise that kilts are mentioned in my new novel. Next book, instead of spending hundreds of hours researching and plumbing my imagination for ideas, I’m just putting together stolen quotes from everyone’s LiveJournals. It should save a lot of time.
Becky! You promised when you took that picture of me you’d never post it online! 😀
I’m sorry, Jeff. But the world deserves to see your beauty.
Isn’t that what you did this time?
Nice kilt, how long did it take you to research that.
I’m sorry, I think you are asking questions, but I can’t seem to read them. I think it must be a LJ glitch. I’ll report it!
You are mocking me and my brand new pair of smarty britches!
But then again, it’s soooo easy to do.
What about the time Famous Author Greg wasn’t given sheets?
You must take that up with Tim. After all, as Lisa could tell you….
Ah yes, the one who got the gift basket….
Nice Kilt!! Especially with the boots!
Mmmhmmm.
Whoa… I didn’t know the tangled web we weave line was Scott’s. Hopefully that’ll make you feel that your hard work and research makes a difference, somewhere down the line. My stupidity has to benefit somebody. : )
I might be reading this wrong, but weren’t kilts the topic of a conversation at The Compound, one night, and not somebody’s Live Journal? Unless you mean there’s a “bad host” involved in your plot?
In an earlier post, you said you were a better guest than host. So I told you a bad host story.
Did we talk about kilts at The Compound? I just thought it was funny that in looking up information on this story (the visit of the king to Scotland), I stumbled into information about kilts, because it was only a couple of days ago that I wrote something about kilts in ACW. Somehow, that novel and LJ are connected in mysterious ways.
When I was young, we read a story in English class called “A Man Without a Country,” and if it said, I forgot, that the lines, “Breathe there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land…” are Scott’s. Those lines are in my head forever, much like several passages from Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets, Robert Browning, and William Cullen Bryant, which I can STILL recite, after all these times I’ve turned 35. Those English teachers really do a number on us when they make us memorize that stuff.
Yeah. I think I’m going to start using anon more often. : )
Well, why not. It’s a classic.
If kilts weren’t so drafty, I would be a concert bagpiper today. And HUBBA! is Scottish for HOT DAMN!
Love the kilt – looks especially good with the boots!
As one with Scottish heritage I have my own clan tartan . . . here’s
one of my ancestorsa model showing it to good advantage . . .