fine without me.
Where DID you find your keys, Carol?
I really have to work on my colloquialisms.
Bollox.
Slan,
D. 
Did you know I named a pick-up band “The Scutterin Gobshites” once? The dance master had no clue at all and kept grandly reintroducing us to everyone. He just loved saying it.
Excellent name..and an even more excellent Dancemaster.
“Where you guys from then…”
Slan,
D.
What this board needs is a phrygian glossary.
“Scutter” and “scutterin(g)” refers to projectile diarrhea. Everyone else may as well know. A gobshite? Although I have my ideas, I’m not precisely sure of the image, but it’s probabbly close in intent to the Spanish “pendejo”, or the English “total freakin’ idiot loser”. I don’t think “popinjay”, “jackanapes”, or “cad” quite convey the vitriol.
Any Irish speakers care to tackle it for us?
gob·shite (gbsht) KEY
NOUN:
Chiefly British Slang
A person regarded as mean or contemptible.
ETYMOLOGY:
Perhaps ultimately from obsolete gobshite, wad of expectorated chewing tobacco or tobacco juice : gob 2 + dialectal shite, excrement (from Middle English shiten, to defecate, from Old English *sctan; see skei- in Indo-European roots)
Oh. Then my screen name should be gobshite then?? 
Gob is also slang for mouth. I think the term makes pretty good sense if that’s what was meant. You don’t here gob much these days but it was common when I was a lad.
Oh, my gracious! You’re a guy!
Well I suppose all wombats do tend to look much the same, except to other wombats. 
And that’s all that matters–that the wombats know!
I’ve been confused about several people. Cran, Talasiga, and . . . believe it or not . . . even Amar.
Although I wasn’t confused about Amar for long. :roll:
Fortunately, we’re not confused about you. You’re one of those Floridian “bronzed goddesses” whose windswept blonde hair shines like Aztec gold in the tropic sun.
Waxing poetic, there, Fly. The cocktails do that to me all the time, too.
Like, less pro-active than a corner-boy or bowsy, but not really a long gander either. There may be a reference to the type in “Songs of the Downtrodden but Immensely Quaint Iwish Cheppies” by C. Sharp in the English Folk Dance and Song Society Libwawy. To get Cecil Sharp back to a more natural condition, just keep your fingerings crossed.