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Imagine

14/10/2015

It’s McStorytellers McSerial day again. Time to return to Soap Opera Scotland’s Game of Gnomes – Series One with guest writer Rab Christie.

The hero of #TeamMacGnome isn’t just a dreamer. He’s a doer, singlehandedly engineering the Great Gnome Migration of the Summer of 2015. Read all about his colossal humanitarian feat in Episode Seven. And imagine if it wasn’t fiction.

Missed any of the earlier episodes? Don’t fret. You can catch up with them by using your cursor to hover over Oor McSerials in the left-hand sidebar and then following the trail.

Not The Woman's Own

12/10/2015

McStorytellers kicks off the week with the tale of a holiday romance, randy writer Alasdair McPherson-style. Somehow we dinnae ‘hink it’s Wummin’s Own material.

Enjoy Call Me Alice!

Sunshine Break?

7/10/2015

Today we reach the midway point of Soap Opera Scotland’s Game of Gnomes – Series One with guest writer Rab Christie.

With the summer recess upon the Mother of All Parliaments, is a trip to crisis-torn Greece on the cards for our hero? Find out in Episode Six.

Missed any of the earlier episodes? Don’t fret. You can catch up with them by using your cursor to hover over Oor McSerials in the left-hand sidebar and then following the trail.

Best Served Cold

6/10/2015

Revenge is the theme of today’s murder mystery story, brought to us by oor man in Bo’ness, poet and writer Glenn Muir. No-one is safe in Family Matters 1990.

Enjoy!

Bright Sparks

5/10/2015

Musselburgh poet Roger McKillop continues with his series of humorous anecdotes drawn from his past life as a sports instructor and lecturer. Tonight, it’s the turn of the apprentices he helped to teach. And there are some bright sparks among them!

Enjoy The Builders.

October 04th, 2015

4/10/2015

Piggybacking

4/10/2015

We couldn’t resist jumping on the #piggate bandwagon when Musselburgh poet Roger McKillop sent us this wee ditty. It’s called Dinkie Davie. And it can be sung to the tune of Dainty Davie, which you can hear here. Hear, hear, Roge!

Miss Piggy was a porcine maid,
In the sty she plied her trade,
Bit she fell in wi’ a “Bullish” blade,
An’ his name wis Dinkie Davie!

Fleas were on his curly hair,
Dirty Davie, Dinkie Davie,
His Chipalato fir tae share,
He wis her Dinkie Davie!

It’s doon by yon Oxen ford,
She had ta’en him by his word,
But he attacked her wi’ his sword,
Though he wis Her Dinkie Davie!

She thocht he wis a high-born nob,
Destined fir a high blown job,
Bit as she opened up her gob,
He proved a Dinkie Davie!

Fleas were on his curly hair,
Dirty Davie, Dinkie Davie,
His Chipalato fir tae share,
He wis her Dinkie Davie!

Her jaws clappit wi’ disgust,
No’ a man that she could trust,
His wee bits fell intae the dust,
Noo a wee’r, Dinkie Davie!

Noo he’s jined a Muppet Show,
Toads an’ Asses roon’ him flow,
Bit Piggy’s no’ alane tae know,
He’s jist a Dinkie Davie!

Fleas were on his curly hair,
Dirty Davie, Dinkie Davie,
His Chipalato fir tae share,
Hie wis her Dinkie Davie!

The Best Medicine

2/10/2015

Feeling down this Friday? Well here’s some Boston-style humor from Michael C. Keith to cheer you up.

It Was a Book That Revised Itself is short and sweet and designed to make you smile. So is Exceptional Service. Enjoy both!

Dead Poets Society

1/10/2015

Our story today comes from Clydebank man Jack O’Donnell, another writer who has returned to McStorytellers after far too long an absence.

In The Big Malky, a Glaswegian dosser gets down and dirty among the dead poets of Westminster Abbey. Quintessential McStorytellers fare. Welcome back, Jack!