Or deportation.
From the international mailbag…
A very unique gift (which generated plenty of smiles), the certificate is official title to a whopping one square foot of land in Scotland. It’s hereditary title too, so no need to play the lottery any more. Not that I have any heirs (at least that I know of). As for “the Laird” bit I say “no me laird llamar a menos que quieras un puñetazo en el besador.”
I knew there was a reason I liked spey casting – it’s in the blood – notwithstanding the fact that I’ve owned the argyllshire.com domain name for more than a decade.
The real beauty in all this is I had most everyone thinking I was Cuban.
MG signing off (because swinging flies is still preferred to tea with the Queen)
Editor’s note: Michael does not speak Spanish. At least not in public.