was one of the romans called Armitage Shanks by any chance
I've seen a lot of orgers offering their 2p on this subject.
It's weird that Portgower is an anagram of
TWO P ORGER
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
Aaargh! We're in the Twiglet zone
Drove through Portgower today, they must be reading this and sending people out in their droves... saw 3 people today!
Has anyone ever looked at the set of garages in the village? One of them is always open, sometimes with a car parked halfway in it, but there's never EVER anyone in the garage working on the car!
Playing "spot the person" in Portgower is a personal favourite game of mine!
The Portgower locals (or is it local) should be thankful with this thread. The tourist season will be booming there.
Last edited by Rheghead; 26-Oct-09 at 21:39.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
All is revealed.....
The whole place is shrouded in a smog of Hashish.......thus rendering us insensible as we drive through....and the stoners/occupants invisible....
Anyone want to swap houses? I've got a nice 2 bedroomed hoose in Keiss I'll swap for a shed in Portgower!
Not for long it won't when the tourists don't actually get home again.
Anyone else had a look at the map and correlated it with data on the mysterious occurrences? It appears to happen in an area bounded by Loth Station, Gartymore and the last house on the left.
Anthropologists report fearful gibberings about a "Devil's Triangle" among nomadic peoples (Toerag tribesman and Bedridden Arabs) of the surrounding area.
FACT.
The sad thing is Gordon Brown and his cronies will probably do nothing about it.
Obviously none of the residents are on the org either. At least one could put in a good word for the place- even if they just visit at night!
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Aye, that'll be in the aftermath of 'The Great Porridge Famine' of 1774 that forced many Toerags to uplift from Lybster and head for new pastures.
Their tales of disappearances and strange goings-on in Portgower have been passed down through the generations by being inscribed on bus shelter walls across the whole of the North of Scotland.
One tale reveals how a charabanc full of jazz players en route from Pitlochry to Thrumster simply disappeared into thin air after leaving Brora, they were last seen knocking on the door of a house in Portgower asking for a glass of water.
People have heard ghostly freestyle jazz music echoing around the Portgower hills...and a strange glowing cloud that is said to resemble Acker Bilk is sometimes spotted over the village.....
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