I played along as she was gorgeous and with
a mounting urge to try the sensual freedom of a kilt could I secure a win win situation?
Then a brain wave! Dived into the Royal Scots museum, and leaving my phone number, loaned a Lieutenant General's uniform blaming Ryanair for lost baggage.
The wrong tartan but my pretty lass was in nirvana as she admired my sporran and squeezed my bagpipes.
Lastly I phoned the Black Watch and claimed a sickie who asked the Royal Scots for a substitute, and that's how I took the salute at the Edinburgh tattoo!
Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Bet the bagpipe squeezing hurt a bit! :-)