Susan Morrison: There's been a murder, so we'd better get cooried in
Taggart the tartan noir telly ‘tec was so relentlessly grim that his department didn’t even seem to notice when he mysteriously vanished for a couple of years and then reappeared with a different head on. Possibly they regarded it as a bonus.
I bet he was a right downer at the office Christmas Party, launching an investigation into just who was responsible for his Secret Santa gift of glow-in-the-dark socks with ‘Lighten Up Misery Guts’ on them.
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Hide AdYes, we can wipe the floor with our Danish cousins, who have been swaggering about the place boasting that they invented being comfy at home, and called it “hygge”.
Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to pronounce this in a trendy artisan coffee shop. It is inevitable that a trendy bearded young hipster will lean forward and correct you. How can anything be relaxing if you can’t even pronounce it correctly?
Anyway, the Danish method of relaxing appears to involve thick woolly socks, hot chocolate and candles.
The candles must be scented, I imagine. Some feet should never be unshod in human company. My dear late father was capable of emptying entire church halls just by removing his shoes. So, in a nutshell, it’s curling up on a sofa with a hot drink, candlelight and socks. I’m not sure what happens after that bit. Basically, that’s it.
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Hide AdMove over, Demark. Scotland’s showing you how relaxing should be done. Take your hygge and sling yer fuffy socks, “coorie” just hit town.
It’s been in Vogue magazine, people, so we’ve got something to be proud of, if only we knew what it was. First of all, what’s with the coorie word? Coorie in, coorie doon, even let’s gets cooried up, but just coorie? Anyone else? Nope, thought not.
One rather suspects it’s been invented by someone. I know! So young to be so cynical, me. Why, look over here, someone’s just writen an entire book about relaxing, Scottish-style.
There’s also a bit about wild swimming in lochs and rivers, but I skipped that. In my day, wild swimming was just called swimming and could only be done during the Glasgow Fair in the Clyde wearing an M&S one-piece cossie that had clad at least three female family members before it reached me.
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Hide AdThe rules are pretty Scandi for the relaxing bit, with lots of cosy blankets, more fluffy socks and those candles again. Apparently, it’s all very traditional.
Not when I was growing up it wasn’t.