Monday, 24 May 2010

Its guid fur ye!

Mind oh they things yer folks made ye take thit wir meant tae be guid fur ye? Harmless things like vitamin juice or codliver oil nivver goat much oh a lookin in oor hoose. Oor faither wiz a man fur the 'MIXTURE'. It wiz sold by a chemist up the front street an fuck nose whit wiz in it but it tasted mair thin disgustin and it wiz really called 'THE MIXTURE'. It wiz more thin likely a by product oh the virgin nuclear industry. Anyways we wir forced tae take it fur oor catargh but ahm sure wi nivvir hud catargh until wi started takin the shite. Oor faithir wiz adament wi hud tae take it until one day oor ma tellt him tae try it inow, well effter he hud dropped his guts and puked aboot five times we wir tellt thit we wurrni tae git it again. The chemist mare thin likely hud tae shut shoap effter wir faither stopped buying it. In the wild west the he wud huv been a seller oh 'snake oil'

2 comments:

Arkos said...

It's guid fir ye? My eye!

I mind when oor Auld Man made me and bobroberts take a dose of the Mixture every morning. I think it was coz the pair of us kept honking up big greeners into the pan every morning and constantly trying to clear oor throats. Might have been something to do with yon very cauld childhood winters and living in a cauld auld tenement.

Anyway, don't know where the Auld Boy got the stuff, but it was rank! It actually smelt like cat pish! It really did. And I think it tasted like cat pish too! Only way I could get it doon wis tae hud ma nose & swallow. Boak!

But then the Auld Boy decided that we were exaggerating aboot just how bad it tasted & decided to have a spoonfue of the grue himself! Bad mistake. He almost boaked! Like bobroberts says, that was the last we saw of that stuff. Dad probably used to to clean oot his pipe or clean oot the drains!

Cheers!

Arkos

Alien Orders said...

Guid stuff Bobrob. Best High Wall post in a long time Made me laugh oot loud when I read it.
I've heard the tale of "the mixture" afore.

What a great name. It probably was just that, a mixture of stuff the boy had lyin' aboot the back shop. Auld random tinctures and vapour rubs fir diseases that had been long since cured.

Ahm sure Steve Earl does a guid song aboot it on Copperhead Road.

Maybe ye were meant tae rub it oan yir feet or scalp.