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    Quote Originally Posted by Panache View Post
    [SIZE="4"] There stands a very reasonable chance they might have turned the Saltire about to look for ensigns BEEDEE, Mender, and Splash. Though it would be a miracle if they are still alive.
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    Do we survive? All, or just one or two? How did we get in this predicament? And is there an answer to life, the universe, and everything?
    I sure hope we survive! And if we don't, are our kilts donated to science or to the great mass of those in bifurcated torture?

    (I wonder, does a lowly ensign get life insurance or is this covered by our kilt fund?)


    Now to sit back in my favorite recliner and wait for the rest of this wonderful tale.
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    Panache and the Great Hunt for the Acryli-Beast: Chapter 1

    Panache and the Great Hunt for the Acryli-Beast

    A Victorian Tale of Horror told in Chapters


    Chapter 1:

    When one undertakes an epic adventure there is an unfortunate tendency for one to become so swept up in the momentum of that very enterprise that one’s sense of perspective becomes distorted. We see all phases of our undertaking as grand and epic. In the retrospection our mind’s eye we manufacture some grandiose beginning to our tale. Later we regale our listeners with the momentousness and importance of that moment when the adventure began. In truth, one often is hardly aware that our quest has begun, so innocuous and seemingly innocent the actual moment is that is indeed the start of the most amazing and harrowing of tales. Oddly enough many of these small unassuming moments that are the precursor to the most epic and amazing of stories revolve around Bossa Nova*.

    That is the very subject that Mr. Scott Gilmore and I were discussing at a grand kilted soiree in Southern part of our fair State. The band was playing a rendition of Saudade Fez um Samba and I was listening attentively as Scott was explaining the finer points of João Gilberto’s repertoire when he pointed at the dance floor. He remarked, “isn’t that your wife dancing with Iolaus?" Indeed there was the Flame-Haired Celtic Amazon Goddess on the dance floor with a curly haired gentleman doing the samba. “I notice that our favorite kilted charioteer is taking 4 steps per measure instead of 3”, Scott pointed out. “Generally only professional dancers are able to pull that off. Our Iolaus must be quite skilled in Latin dance, or else he must have consumed a goodly amount of Cachaça and is simply moving smoothly to the beat as only the contently inebriated can. Either way he is doing quite well."

    “Yes”, I replied somewhat curtly I regarded them with a frown.

    Mr. Gilmore inquired if I didn’t appreciate my wife dancing with other gentlemen?

    I explained that I would never dream of interfering with her Terpsichorean pursuits and that my displeasure had little to do with jealousy at his skill at samba, being that I myself lack a feel for the Latin dances. (Though it does behoove me to note that my Tango skills are perfectly acceptable, but of course I am referring to Ballroom Tango and not the original Tango Argentino. The Ballroom Tango not falling under the category of Latin Dance but ballroom…hmmm…but perhaps I digress...actually, I feel that I should be frank in confessing that this is most likely not to remain an isolated incident of digression. So Reader Beware! ) I explained that my complaint, jealousy, and irritation at Iolaus stemmed from and was solely concerned with his rather thick mane of curly brown locks. Scott thought on this and thoughtfully rubbed his own smooth scalp. “I concur and shall join you in disapproving of his surfeit of hair.” he concluded.

    It was whilst we stood there with our arms crossed and eyebrows raised in disapproval at his follicular impudence that my eye caught the most wondrous glimmer from across the dance floor. Taking a closer look with the aid of my opera glasses I was able to determine that brilliant iridescent shimmer originated from the white fur on a dress sporran. As I watched the well dressed gentlemen wearing this most extraordinary of accessories turned away and disappeared into the crowd.

    So captivated I was by this momentary glimpse of this pouch that I stammered my apologies to Mr. Gilmore and excused myself to get a better look of this most intriguing sporran. Scott smiled and said “Nenhum problema, meu amigo. Não se preocupe.” (That was, of course, Portuguese. The English translation being: “No problem, lil' buddy. Please do not allow me to in any way impede your muse“. Or possibly “No problem my sad friend you are off to meet your doom” or maybe “No problem friend, the flaming penguin squawks at midnight” My Portuguese is not quite all that up to snuff. But I digress again. Though to be fair you were warned)

    I made my way through the crowd following the slim and dapper dressed gentleman wearing this most wonderful looking sporran. I drew closer and the sporran’s fur only appeared more enticing and marvelous with each step. I finally came up to the gentleman who had stopped a moment to take a glass of champagne from one of the ever-present waiters. Seen close up the qualities of iridescence in the fur were remarkable. It was the whitest of white fur and the very edge of each individual hair shimmered with a rainbow of colors. Reaching out to touch it, I noted the fur was softer that any I had ever encountered before.

    My examination was interrupted as owner of the sporran gazed down at me quite sternly and said in a loud voice, “EXCUSE ME! WOULD YOU MIND EXPLAINING WHY YOU ARE FONDLING MY SPORRAN!"

    The orchestra abruptly stopped playing and as everyone in the ballroom turned to stare at me (with the gentlemen’s fur sporran still in my hands) I was deeply curious as to exactly how I might extricate myself from this most awkward situation.

    To be continued…




    * Including the Trojan War, a little known fact is that the "The Girl from Ipanema” was based on the ancient Greek song about Agamemnon’s daughter “The Girl called Iphigenia"
    Last edited by Panache; 22nd September 07 at 09:09 PM. Reason: The Americans during the "Boston Tea Party" hummed a samba the whole time
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    From my vantage point in the front row of saxophones in the band, I could see that this sporran was white as......................

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    Don't stop now! You were at the sporran-fondling part! Tell us more!

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    So, Jamie! YOU are the phantom sporran fondler of the Balls Pond Road. Now it can be told......
    [B][I][U]No. of Kilts[/U][/I][/B][I]:[/I] 102.[I] [B]"[U][B]Title[/B]"[/U][/B][/I]: Lord Hamish Bicknell, Laird of Lochaber / [B][U][I]Life Member:[/I][/U][/B] The Scottish Tartans Authority / [B][U][I]Life Member:[/I][/U][/B] The Royal Scottish Country Dance Society / [U][I][B]Member:[/B][/I][/U] The Ardbeg Committee / [I][B][U]My NEW Photo Album[/U]: [/B][/I][COLOR=purple]Sadly, and with great regret, it seems my extensive and comprehensive album may now have been lost forever![/COLOR]/

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hamish View Post
    So, Jamie! YOU are the phantom sporran fondler of the Balls Pond Road. Now it can be told......
    That debate has raged within the Nor-Cal rabble for a while now, but there is photographic evidence of other persons who have such uncontrollable urges...

    http://www.xmarksthescot.com/forum/s...8&postcount=34

    Perhaps Jamie will be acquitted on the legal basis that, Yes, he may have inadvertantly touched another's sporran, but the REAL sporran-fondler is still on the loose out there somewhere.
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    Talking



    "...the flaming penguin squawks at midnight."

    “EXCUSE ME! WOULD YOU MIND EXPLAINING WHY YOU ARE FONDLING MY SPORRAN!"

    More!!! More!!!

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    Panache and the Great Hunt for the Acryli-Beast: Chapter 2

    Panache and the Great Hunt for the Acryli-Beast

    A Victorian Tale of Horror told in Chapters


    Chapter 2:

    As the well dressed crowd approached with great suspicion and reproach in their eyes I released the gentlemen’s extraordinary sporran and stood straight with shoulders back to meet them. That oft quoted bon mot “the greatest inspiration is often born of desperation” proved itself true as an idea to save my reputation sprang forth from amongst the somewhat jumbled contents of my brain. Reaching into my jacket pocket I produced my billfold and quickly flashed a glimpse of a round medallion* I kept inside it to the angry crowd. I spoke in the loud staccato monotone that many associate with government authorities.

    “CITIZENS PLEASE REMAIN CALM. I AM WITH THE KILT POLICE AND WAS CHECKING TO MAKE SURE THIS MAN’S SPORRAN WAS NOT SEAL SKIN. NOTHING TO SEE HERE. PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR NORMAL ACTIVITIES’

    Now of course there is no such thing as the “Kilt Police”. Yet in the back of the minds of most who wear the brave tartans of their ancestors the fear of somehow dressing inappropriately and being exposed for it in public has caused a collective, almost Jungian, concept of the dreaded “Kilt Police”. On this fear I successfully played in my attempt to escape a most awkward situation. I hoped that none requested a closer look at my “badge” being that close scrutiny would reveal it was a Fencing medal* from my Salad days at college.

    The crowd gave a collective murmur of understanding and returned to the party. The orchestra started playing a Rumba and I noted my Flame-Haired Celtic Amazon Goddess was now dancing with a noted Kipling fan of our beloved forum who sported a formal coat with the new fashionable “butterfly tails”. I wondered what bias the musicians had against the Viennese Waltz .


    The neatly dressed gentlemen whom I had accosted now showed a far less hostile demeanor. He looked apologetic and quietly said “ Sorry about that Sir. I thought you were some sort of weird pervert.”

    I looked affronted “I am member of the League of the Moderators!”

    “That really doesn’t help your case”, he replied. “Anyway”, he continued “I’m sorry about causing a scene there I didn’t realize you were on official business. I’m Jim” and he extended his hand which I shook.

    “It really is a handsome sporran”, I commented

    “Thank you. I’m very proud of it, being as I constructed it myself”

    I ventured to inquire what manner of creature the dazzling white pelt had come from.

    “It’s Acryli-beast”

    I was most confused at this. Being that I had in my experiences come across many an acrylabeast sporran and none of them were even remotely like this glorious fur. I related my confusion to Jim.

    He looked carefully about to insure no one was listening and whispered conspiratorially “It’s not the lesser Acrylabeast, spelled with an “a”. Those are fairly common and related to the South American Nauga. This is a vintage pelt I found in a curious old antique shop. Apparently it had come in a case from an estate sale with several other Inuit made items from the early 1880‘s. I had never seen anything like it. After I purchased it I did some research and was finally given the answer in correspondence with the noted kilt maker Mr. Steve Ashton of British Columbia. He was able to identify it as a small piece of a Greater Acryli-Beast pelt.”

    “Greater Acryla-Beast? “ I pondered aloud.

    “A-C-R-Y-L-I. Spelt with an “i”. It’s supposedly a fierce animal that lives at the very top of the world in the Artic Circle. It’s a different species than the lesser Acrylabeast. There are apparently a few Inuit legends about it. A lot of scholars and scientists believe it is only a myth, but here is the proof! Though who knows they may be extinct now”

    I asked Jim if he would be willing to part with his magnificent sporran? Jim shook his head. “Never in a million years, this is one of kind. If you want a pelt you’ll just have to go to the North Pole and see if you can find one yourself.”

    I gazed at the shimmering fur and considered, “It would be worth the trip…”

    Jim laughed, “Don’t be daft man. The only way you could get there would be dog sled teams!”

    I thought struck me, a wonderful thought. “Or a zeppelin” I murmured.

    “A zeppelin! How on Earth would you acquire a zeppelin?”

    “How indeed”, I mused.

    I thanked Jim for his time and to maintain my deception gave him a warning for wearing his left set of flashes a quarter of an inch too far forward.

    Stroking my neatly trimmed beard and lost in thought I stepped forward without much attention to where I was going. In my reverie I walked into a kilted gray bearded mountain of a man and fell over backwards. Rising to my feet and turning I stopped short of colliding with a second kilted gentlemen of robust build with a short neat beard. As a third kilted bearded fellow wearing his hair in a short pony tail came up I found myself surrounded. The three gentlemen all politely introduced themselves as (respectively) Mr. Mender, Mr. Splash, and Mr. BEEDEE.

    To Be Continued ...


    * Western Regional College Fencing Tournament : Shiniest epee’ - First Place
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    That's the first time I have heard of the Kilt Police having a sporran division!

    And Hamish! What an unfortunate location to think of in the circumstances!
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    Yes the Sporran division is akin to the SWAT Team, very well trained, and not to be trifled with.

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