Being in the nature of a genial location for imaginary nations of the Eighteenth Century to carry out diplomatic affairs . . . (not the place for rule discussions, miniature manufacturers, painting reports, history of your country or other things that belong on your personal blogs).
I did pick up on Alans pointer at your goodself but it was more of a tickle in the ribs for Scottish football fans. Things are very different from what they were just a few years ago.
While I would like to have been there, not only have I never been to Scotland (living on an island off Canada's far western coast) but that fellow is much too slender for a man of my rotundness.
I thought all the blue bears were in Glasgow, somewhere near Ibrox, could I be wrong?
ReplyDeleteJim, I am pretty sure that he means me, "Bluebear Jeff" . . . but I could be wrong.
ReplyDelete-- Jeff
My first guess was Jeff. ;)
ReplyDeleteJeff indeed & best wishes to you from all of us @ the Duchy of Tradgardland.
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ReplyDeleteI did pick up on Alans pointer at your goodself but it was more of a tickle in the ribs for Scottish football fans. Things are very different from what they were just a few years ago.
Jeff, that WAS you wasn't it? Go on admit it.
ReplyDeleteSorry, Steve.
ReplyDeleteWhile I would like to have been there, not only have I never been to Scotland (living on an island off Canada's far western coast) but that fellow is much too slender for a man of my rotundness.
-- Jeff
I miss living in Scotland
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