To sell one's soul

Some wee midgie obviously needs to be informed...

MF friend, "Greywolf" waspishly decided to comment as follows:
"A Scot will sell his own people to earn ownership of a bottle of Vodka without blinking an eye."

Instead of:
"A Scot will sell his own people (or soul) for Vodka or methylated spirits when freezing off more than just knobby bits, with no whisky at hand."

Ending his lame lament by calling me “ya wee timorous beastie!" and a "Ba'-heid!"

What on earth is a bahead? Perhaps he mean't be-head.

Aye, we know. It is a rather loosing battle to understand why our friends from nether parts (down south) seem to feel a bit Xenophobic towards beasties and heilen-moo’s. Also impossible to resist when they become utterly charming and call the "objects of their infliction - I mean affection, alluring names such as Rockspiders and such...

Obviously though, using such Gaelic and waspy stings (bites) tells me our Graywolf may just not realise yet, the naked truth of his dominant gene after all.

And so MF friend graciously landed himself in more than a wee piggy mud-bath - known lately as Natural Health-spas and Respites. Heaven knows why people must pay these days to get a layer of thick pulp stinking mud of uncertain origins slapped onto body parts...

I would think it could be very dangerous.

MF friend took the nosedive into troubled waters resembling a whirlpool like the treacherous "Corryvreckan", the 3rd biggest whirlpool in the world between the islands Jura and Scarba. Well, apart from enduring the unbearably beautiful Argyllshire scenery, Graywolf will just have to do more than tread or trod for the Olympics. He needs perhaps to take a deep breathe...

Next time we will discuss the matter of healing serums for Rockspider & Wasp bites...