in celtic land they decided to adhorn traditional clothing, tailered jaket, big white socks, scien doo, sporran and swissy kilt (they really do swish lol) all packed the lassie's and one wee laddie headed for the airport. Getting past the security was the hardest but that being dun they stood on the tarmack with tumbs high, hiching a jumbo....all seemed lost for a while till a leg was showen then some nice we piolet stoped, down came a rope ladder and the three got on, quite a feet with a wind from a jet enjene and a kilt you know......the child took priority over the toilets, po over the drink trolly and celtic_ over the films.....they wondered how the others were getting over too hiwia for the new years and if they make it before hogmanay.....

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