Subject: Ach, it's aboot bridge, ye muckle great idjit! From: Hugh Genin Sent: Wednesday, June 27, 2001 2:37 PM To: bridge Tae all ye scallywagerous lads & lassies, Agin ma better judgement, ye aa are invited for a wee bit o bridge - tha's richt, bridge, the finest game eer invented in the Hielans that dinnae stert wi a dram o ale. 8:30 pm o th nicht tae Thursday, in th Bonnie Pink Palace. Noo, afore ye stert tae scratch yer heids an gie yersel conniptions tryin' tae unnerstaund hoo come this aa is in Scot's leid, A ha only this tae say: gin its nae Scottish, its CRAP! Mebbe ye find yersel askin, 'Why 8:30'? Weel, ye best stop askin questions lest A gie ye a weel-deserv'd drubbin. An ye best show up! Gin yer thinkin', like a willfu loon ye can slip aff tae th pub instead o playin' bridge wi Max McChuang an Huge Angus, mind ye, we'll be luikin (http://www.cyberhub.co.uk/hoot/watching.html)! Here's whit fer foodstuffs we hae tae offer: Haggus Gin ye'll be wantin something else, say, M&M's, o crisps, here's whit else we hae tae offer: Haggus An perhaps whan we're aa done wi bridge, ye can stay aroon fer tae share some mair bonnie haggus wi yer hosts. See ye the morn!