I is for Irn Bru

"Irn Bru"

Prounounced: eye-irn-bro

Definition: n. a Scottish carbonated soft drink, often describes as "Scotland's other "national drink" (after whiskey, of course) Its fizzy, it's ginger, it's Phenomenal! Nectar of the Gods and the ultimate hangover cure. I shite you not!

Fun Fact : Did you know that Scotland is the only place that Coca-Cola is not the most popular fizzy drink?

Usage: Geeza sook eh yer voddies 'n Irn Bru, Jimmy. Ah'd raether just hae the Irn-Bru.

Translation: You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.

Origin: Irn-Bru was first produced in 1901, in the town of Iron Brew.

And the braw city beginning with the letter I is Inverness. Inverness is another city in the Scottish Highlands. It is the administrative centre for the Highland council area, and is regarded as the capital of the Highlands of Scotland. Inverness is also known by its nicknames Inversnecky or The Sneck, with its inhabitants traditionally as "Clann Na Cloiche" "Children of the Stone"

Inverness

Here are the top 7 television adverts for Irn Bru. Fucking Hysterical, Plonkers.



Just when you thought I was done with the Letter I, I came across this gold nugget.

Day 18 - The 30 Day Blog Challenge

Topic - Something you crave a lot.

Welcome to Day 18 of The 30 Day Blog Challenge!

The only time I really crave something is when I know I can't have it, or would have great difficulty acquiring it.


I had big-arse cravings when I was pregnant (both times)

With Megan, it was truck loads of strawberries from Woolies and jam doughnuts (incidentally thats why I landed up lookin' like a fucking doughnut). 

I craved them so badly that one fretful day I tried to microwave a day-old doughnut.  I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into that baby and when I did, I blistered my chin and lips biting into a doughnut filled with bubbling hot jam! 

It was NOT funny, but my mum and Boerewors thought I was fucking hysterical.  Only A Daft Scots Lass would microwave a doughnut and not think of the consequences.  I blame porridge brain.


When I was pregnant with Kaylin, my craving was Beef flavoured potato chips.  I had to have a packet everyday at the same time.  It was pathetic - I couldn't control it.  At least they were not lethal like jammy doughnuts, but they did pack on the pounds.


What I crave these days is:

• Penguin Chocolate Biscuits
• Boerewors
• Mum's freshly baked homemade shortbread
• A White Christmas
• A hot bubble bath with NO interupptions
• A REAL can of IRN Bru
• To fit into my size 10 jeans again