It seems that about this very time Alison was telling the same tale to poor Ailie. She cast up to her every idle gossip she could think of. 'It's Joan o' the Croft,' was aye her owercome, and she would threep that they were to be cried in kirk on the first Sabbath of May.

It is also true that, as Catalbasoglu points out frequently, campaigns are distinct from alderships.

oh, btw...when you consider the fet-clothing available out there, realize how many have a collar attached.

Look over there. That kid is cracking out.