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The end of May already!?  What? Apparently this year has gone by quickly :)  Some of the audience from the Arabian Nights storytelling event at John Briggs Persian Rugs Specialist in Stonehaven We've been quite busy at GAS (The Grampian Association of Storytellers) with a workshop in Montrose organised by Blether Tay Gither and ourselves, a night of royal stories, a night for storytelling

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The Stonehaven Fireballs are my favourite Hogmanay event up here in Aberdeenshire.  In fact, I've blogged about them in the past - http://ascottishstoryteller.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-festivals.html Well, we're just a few days away from Hogmanay now (that's New Years Eve for those of you unaquint with the name!)  and I'm very pleased to say I'm going to be storytelling at Open Air In The Square

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As the final event of the year at Archaeolink, Wickerman, has always been the climax of the season. Quite simply, Hallowe'en has always been my favourite time of the year - I love the stories, the games, the dressing up, the traditions, and since I started volunteering at Archaeolink in Spring 2001, Wickerman has been part of my life.  (I just had to count back on my fingers there to figure out

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Just a quick post to say that I have had a wonderful Storytelling Summer! The first event of the summer was telling Pictish tales at St Ternan's Heritage Fair in Banchory.  We had the run of both the museum and library - which had set up areas cunningly disguised as both a Pictish Fort and an Iron Age Roundhouse.  Banchory and the surrounding area is rich in folklore and legends relating to past

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So a lot has happened since my last post!Most importantly the sad loss of our good friend, Stanley Robertson. He was an inspiration to myself and my fellow storytellers and ballad singers and I was very privileged to be one of his "quinies" - Stanley always had time to teach a ballad or story!Stanley's funeral was very touching and, as he was buried at Lumphanan and we were all there to sing at

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What a busy summer this has been!I've now been back from Glastonbury for a couple of weeks - what a great start to the summer! I was storytelling in the Kidz Field and the Green Futures Field and met some great people. At the Green Futures field I had the privilege of telling with Christine Willison, Anne Lister and Cath Little. I was also given an unexpected slot at the Kidz Field

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So since January this year, I have been doing a lot of puppet making and rehearsing for a blacklight and shadow puppet show - which is a totally new storytelling experience for me!Along with Aberdeen Street Entertainers, I have been working on a 20 minute show called the Story of Evolution - This is just part of of A Night At The Museum II which will be taking place at Aberdeen University's

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During the past week I was looking for a classic "fool" story to tell at April's First Friday Fling (which I'm just home from!)In the end I told Silly Jack, but one of the ones I considered was the Three Wishes. You know... man gets 3 wishes. Wishes he has sausages for his tea by mistake. His wife gets on to him for wasting a wish and wishes it was stuck on to his nose and they have to use the

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So today I did my first stint in the round house and it was totally amazing! It was really busy - no idea how many people came through the doors, but we didn't stop all day even though it was a bit nippy outside.I just checked and think I told 12 stories today - which is pretty good going for the old voice which has been out of use over winter.Three were completely new stories - one of which I'd

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Well - spring is coming and that means that for me, so does the storytelling season!I was shocked to calculate that I have now been volunteering at Archaolink Prehistory Park for 8 years now! This will be my 9th season at the park.I've always had a keen interest in prehistory and archaeology, so when Archaeolink opened in 1998 and a workmate brought me along one weekend in 1999 to help with the

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An English doctor, being shown around a Scottish hospital, is taken into a ward with a number of patients who show no visible signs of injury.He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims “Fair fa’ yer sonsie face, Great chieftain e’ the puddin’ race!” The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, who immediately launches into: “Some hae meat, and canna eat,

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Being a storyteller and really into folklore, traditions and all that kind of thing, I do enjoy a good fire festival.Nothing like celebrating a particular time of year by getting a bit rowdy and setting fire to something. In fact I remember well a conversation with a few friends a couple of years back...Me: Ah yes, nothing better than a good old fire festivalFriend: Fire festival? Is that a

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So, the other weekend, I was storytelling for Scottish Natural Heritage at the Burn O Vat.For those of you that don't know, the Burn O Vat (part of the Muir Of Dinnet Nature Reserve) is just the most amazing place to go of a weekend - no matter what time of year it is. The Vat is a giant pothole carved by a huge meltwater stream during the last Ice Age, and the whole area is great to walk round,

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And now head over to The Other Scottish Storyteller's blog to read about the concert party (entitled "A Scots Handsel - Traditional Scottish Concert Party") she organised to raise funds for Ellon Academy pupils' trip to Ecuador.It was a great night and now that it's over and the sweaty hands and dry mouth have gone, I can say I had a brilliant time performing Hazel Murdoch's doric song "Learning

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Aye, The Ither Scottish Storyteller and myself will both be taking part in AROHA's Traditional Concert Party this Saturday 17th November.I will be a fairy. Stop laughing.Here's the link - http://www.arohascotland.org/news/eventdetails.php?id=25

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The autumn edition of the Grampian Association of Storytellers newsletter (GASlight) is now out! click here to see it.

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The Rhynie Man is a pictish stone carving of a fierce man with sharp teeth and an axe which was ploughed up in 1978 at a farm at Barflat, Rhynie. (A good description can be found here http://www.aberdeenshire.gov.uk/archaeology/sites/pictish/rhynie.pdf)Now I always wondered why The Rhynie Man was so angry looking, until I heard a couple of neighbours arguing one night and was inspired to write

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I have heard this story told many times. Sometimes the story is attributed to "a stone circle in Auchterless," but in some versions the stone circle involved is the Hatton of Ardoyne recumbant stone circle on the road from Oyne to Old Rayne in Aberdeenshire. This is interesting as one of the circle stones has been used as a gate post - and has been returned to its original place! Nine stones of

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It was a cold spring morning when my friend and I stopped off in Inverurie on the way home from a party the night before. We got some snacks for breakfast and made our way to the old graveyard in the hope of finding some of the old pictish carvings that have been moved there for safekeeping. We found them and were just considering climbing up the old Motte which is situated within the graveyard

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Hi Folks!Long time no post, eh?I'm sure I'll get back to this at some point when things are not so hectic, but in the meantime, I'd like to direct you all to my new webpage - http://www.paulinecordiner.co.uk

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A most interesting thing to discuss in the pub! The Burry Man of South Queensferry

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This is a bit of a tragic tale of childhood loss. Try not to cry, there's a dear.So once I went to this place in northumberland with my parents on holiday when I was just a kid and there was a campsite with an adventure playground. Rope Swings! Bridges over muddy streams! And...a REAL HUMAN-SIZED hamster wheel! The sad thing was that I couldn't go on it because the big kids were all on it. You

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There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.”

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I found myself telling someone about this piece of writing recently. Perhaps it was offshore, or perhaps it was Fudge that told me? So I just raked it out of one of the books piled up behind my bed. The aeroplanes I guess the author could easily have imagined... but the Channel Tunnel and phone lines accross the Atlantic! Coooo. Anyway, I want you all to guess where it's from! i.e. When was it

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I told my story, Little Nickolai, at GAS last night. But it's awfy long. (The real version... not the red bull fuelled version I told last night!) So here's why I wrote it. I wanted to know what terrible thing he'd done to deserve it... It's by Neil Gaiman. Nicholas Was Nicholas was older than sin and his beard could grow no whiter.. He wanted to die The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns

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Here I go again... getting carried away. This was supposed to be a blog for stories I'd found or had written. Not for my little distractions!But oooh I'm just so excited! Just to explain - I'm offshore at the moment...We were just coming up for tea and I was looking for an excuse not to go all the way up the stairs in one go - these ones are STEEP! So we stopped half way and I was asking "What's

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This post is about my name and a wee gypsie wifie and how fate influenced my parents not to give me the gruff scottish names that would have got me beaten up at school. Now in order to do this I thought I'd have to give up my precious anonymity and give you my name! Well some of you know me anyway... but for this post I will be going by the name of "Carol." There we are :) Anyway. This one

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A personal tale of Aberdeenshire's great fiddler, James Scott Skinner.Who... I'd not even heard of until I decided i was going to learn to play the fiddle! Which some people find rather shocking - but then my parents didn't listen to that sort of music when i was a kid. I'm not very good at the fiddle... Still just beginning. But back in spring, I was learning to play Music Of Spey. So, what

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Be prepared ye listeners for an unbridled, fully unrestrained RANT about the substitution in our traditional scottish culture of the beautifully imperfect, purpley/whitey/green, lumpy root vegetable that is THE NOBLE TURNIP for the heinous orange blight on a scottish tradition that is THE PUMPKIN.Jesus wept.The reason for my rant was today's visit to Tescos. Yes Tescos... I'm addressing YOU! You

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Is it too early to be thinking about going to the Glastonbury Festival next year?You see I had this idea that I'd like to be performing there... Although I have to admit I have NO idea how to go about it...I visited the storytelling tent in the Healing Fields in 2003 and bloody loved it.Pondering...Edit: July 2007 - Well, my wish finally came true! :D http://greenfuturesfestivals.org.uk/

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I have to put in a link to this... Bloody brilliant!I was looking for some stuff on scottish ghosties and myths and a' that and stumbled upon this. 's hilarious!If I'd known about this site when I was doing my bit on the Greeeey Man of Ben MacDhui... I'd have linked to this instead! :)http://www.firstfoot.com/scotchmyth/mythframemain.htm

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Now then... Dad was an apprentice aged about 21 when he was working at a farm with a couple of other joiners. They were given a room at the top of the farmhouse and told (by the rather moody farmer's wife) that after a (very early) hour that they were to try not to make much noise as the farmer needed his sleep to get up early to feed cows etc. But of course... having spent the night drinking (

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Wow! What a great day for storytelling. I was off volunteering today at Archaeolink and wow! I am practically hoarse! First of all there was a(n extended) family that came in. Now, it seems that a few weeks ago, I'd told them The Distressing Tale Of Skvoo The Shrew. A story inspired by a lovely Bavarian lassie called Sabina who spotted a shrew one day and named him "Deathscrew the Shrew" (

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Some time ago, I took up another whim! I have many of these whims... Learn to play the fiddle... Learn to draw anime... tabletweaving... the list is endless. The latest one (we shall see if Blogging is just a whim or more permanent) was to learn to play the Bodhran! For those of you that dinnae ken, it's one of those Irish drums - the Scottish Culture and Traditions Association aka SCAT do

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Of course, dad chose just after Christmas Dinner (2000) to tell this story. Just the time of year when you’re eager to hear stories of “Poo.” Dad used to work down at the ship yards, and he tells stories very similar to those of Billy Connelly’s about the toilets there. These were basically cubicles with a trough that run down the line of cubicles. (see B. Connelly for details of lighting

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This is a true story that happened to a friend of mine. I'm sure he won't mind me putting it down in writing...Well he'd had a night out in Edinburgh. A few hours and a few drinks later (this part I don't believe, it's much more likely to have been a few buckets) and he and his friends were in the Grassmarket making their way home. Whereupon they come across a stag night. Not your average

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I was reading with great delight in the Fortean Times about a "naked, yeti-like" man that has been spotted near Portsoy. According to FT 189 (Nov 2004), "A woman motorist spotted a naked, yeti-like man on a quiet tree-lined stretch of the B9022 at Brodiesord, about three miles south of Portsoy in Grampian at 9.30 am on 9 August. "The man, described as a muscular six-footer in his late 40's

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This is one of my dad's stories which I love begging him to tell me! This one goes back to the 50's/60's when Dad was joinering in Glasgow. His company provided accommodation complete with breakfast and dinner. However his landlady was a bit stingy and used to make them porridge sandwiches which was made from the porridge drawer.* Now, this wasn’t too impressive considering as he was supposed

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There are many stories in my head about Ghosts in this area... Just don't get me started on Fyvie. I might break into song!I love going on ghost walks. In fact my friend, Jack, and I went all the way to Edinburgh to go on one! - This is the one we were planning on going on - City of the Dead Tours... which covers the Mackenzie Poltergeist and the Covenanters Graveyard (within Greyfriars). but

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Talking to people at work about coffins (like you do), I remembered a story that was possibly a story dad had told me, or an episode of Steptoe and Son.Of course, it turned out to be a dad-story…In the 70’s there was a big scandal locally where the coffin makers and the cremators at the local crematorium had a bit of a scam going... When a particularly expensive coffin had been commissioned, the

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I thought I'd blog about one of the higlights of our recent trip to VEGAS! Not a story... but I feel I have to mention it. I wanted to see an Elvis impersonator. I think we felt it really was an essential part of the holiday. So when we passed a sign on the side of the Barbary Coast advertising "Big Elvis"... Well, hey! We were THERE! Wednesday arrived and we had our expectations of Big

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Mmmmm! I really want a curry right now. It put me in mind of the first time I went to my usual takeaway... Definitely nothing special to look at (she said, tactfully avoiding libel), but by god they do a good dahnsak. Anyway this first time I was there I was reading the menu while I was waiting for my usual. There on the menu sits a curry known as the "Mrs Baird Special." "Odd" thinks

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My dad's father's folks were from Boddam, just south of Peterhead on the north-east coast of Scotland. Now I can't claim to be any sort of myth-historian but I do know that this story has become quite famous as originating in Hartlepool. Some research suggests that the Hartlepool myth comes from the Boddam version of the story, written in a song which pre-dates the Hartlepool story. A Geordie

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My good friend, the Yeti, was telling me the other day in the pub about one of his presents on his 5th birthday. It was a story book. A rather moral story book. I'm sure you've heard of Struwwelpeter. I had... vaguely... He apparently looks like a welsh friend of mine! :) You see? So he sat in the pub and told us all about how if you suck your thumb, the red-legged scissorman would come

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I thought I'd start a blog about one of my favourite things... Storytelling. I do a bit of it in my spare time in a voluntary capacity, but mainly I thought this would be a good way to have a nice wee rant in my spare time - Hah! Oh and perhaps I might write down a few stories I've heard - local, historical and fantastical while I'm at it! I've found a few really good links in the past and

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