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Prize Magazine #12

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THE PRIZE

Newsletter of the Watchers Of CIS

JANUARY, 1995

ISSUE #12: HAGGIS TIME

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NOTES FROM THE EDITOR'S CAGE

And there's a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o thine,
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.

This is issue number twelve of THE PRIZE, which means that I have been at
this
nonsense for a solid year. The response has been incredible, not to mention
alarming, and I'd like to take a moment to thank all of you for literally
bombarding me with good reviews and good material. It was, actually,
supposed
to be a *quarterly* newsletter...

The latest vote of confidence, in fact, comes from Denis Leroy at Gaumont
Television, who has put in for one year's subscription to THE PRIZE. Filmline
International Highlander have also renewed their subscription, with an
enigmatic
remark about "Ken" having the back issues already. If that means what I
think
it means, I think it's time to book that flight to Borneo.

SKY Satellite Television in Great Britain has temporarily stopped
broadcasting
HIGHLANDER: THE SERIES, for reasons unknown to the telephone personnel. The
number to call to register your alarm, shock, horror, and politely expressed
homicidal intentions towards the programming staff is 071 705 3000; the show
will allegedly return, but that date has not yet been made available.

News, happenings, records and general mayhem:

Elaine Nicol has been dubbed Scotland's Ambassador to the Virtual Court.
Applications for visas and Virtual Citizenship may be directed to her
offices.

Sarah Jane Russell has been elected the Wielder of the Riding-Crop. As such
she
is charged with maintaining the requisite level of fearful respect among the
ranks of the Virtual Duncan Clones at review time.

Kathryn Knox and Jacquie Groom have been inducted into the Order of the Sword
and the Pen for crimes too foul to detail here.

The latest addition to our Orders of Knighthood is the Order of Connor's
Advocates, directed by Sheri Richardson. Membership in this order is awarded
for
exceptional acts of courage in the cause of defending Connor MacLeod's honor.
Recent admissions to this company of knights include Elaine Nicol, Olivia
Gaffney, and Lynn Fernandez.

On our docket:

We have a surprise for you this month: an account of a real life trip to
Scotland, made by Carole Baker this past fall.

And we have something surprising for you: the latest installment of what has
come to be a running series in this newsletter, the Grues.

And we have someone surprised for you: Elaine Nicol drags an unsuspecting
victim
to the celebrations in honor of Robert Burns' birthday, January 25th.

Next month: more of the same.

-- Samantha Lynn, 73524,43

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OUR LIFE IN THE HIGHLANDS

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Carole Baker has been kind enough to provide us with a travel diary of her
recent trip to the Auld Country...

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Sunday, Oct. 30, 1994

Arrived Glasgow 08:30 GMT. As we were preparing for landing the pilot
came over the PA system to give the weather report, correct time, etc. He
said
we would be making an instrument landing due to the thick fog. I'm thinking,
'no big deal, this is a 767, it's got plenty of radar'. I watch the flaps
set,
feel the landing gear go down and lock, and I still can't see the ground.
Finally, 2 seconds before I feel the wheels touch down, I see the runway.
That's how thick that fog was. I learned immediately first hand what the
expression "scotch mist" means.
Took the shuttle bus into town and got to the hotel several hours before
my room was ready. So I left my luggage in a locked room behind the front
desk
and went out to explore the town.
Glasgow's underground was very easy to use, smaller than London's, but
just as easy to figure out where you want to go. The hotel was two stops
from
the main shopping district, which I checked out thoroughly. I don't know why
I
was surprised, but McDonald's, Dunkin' Donuts, Pizza Hut, KFC, Woolworth's
were
all there.
I finally got into my hotel room about 2pm. I laid down to take a nap and
was awakened by a phone call from our own Elaine Nicol of Glasgow. We agreed
to
meet the following night for dinner.

Monday, Oct. 31, 1994

More shopping, (shopping is a repetitive theme during this trip), with
sightseeing thrown in. Glasgow is a very nice city, and easy to get around
in.
Then dinner with Elaine. I have to gloat, she gave me a print of the photo
she
took of Our Lad in Denver. I'm still looking for the perfect frame for it.
I
have to admit, it seemed just a little odd to be sitting in Glasgow looking
at
photos of Denver. Seemed like it should be the other way around.
The climate is considerably different in Scotland from Tennessee. It took
several days for my sinuses and ears to adjust to the change. In all
fairness,
when I got home it poured down rain, with thunder and lightning which is
unusual
for this time of year. Memphis had tornadoes. Very unusual. Tennessee
usually
has weather like that only in the spring and early summer.
One of the purchases I made in Glasgow was a wool hat. I found that most
of the time it didn't really rain so much as mist. With the hat, an umbrella
wasn't necessary. But it did give Rod Stewart's line "outside it's cold,
misty
and it's rainin' " new meaning.

Tuesday, Nov. 1, 1994

Today is the first day the sun is shining. The wind is still strong,
though, and I wonder what the windchill is. I'm glad I have my wool hat.

Wednesday, Nov. 2, 1994

Visited Glasgow Cathedral today. The sun was shining, but there were dark
clouds on the horizon. I should have some good photos of the cathedral
against
that darkening skyline. The necropolis, above the cathedral, was closed as
they
were doing some kind of renovation work. That was disappointing, as the
views
from up there would have been breathtaking, I do believe. The cathedral
itself
was also being renovated, but was still open to the public. Despite the
scaffolding and construction barriers it is still beautiful.

Thursday, Nov. 3, 1994

Took the commuter train out to see the Burrell Collection. A very
impressive display of tapestries, medieval sculpture, armor, swords, etc.
There
was a sarcophagus of a knight who couldn't have been over 5 feet tall.
Duncan
would have been a giant 400 years ago amongst knights this size.
By chance, I discovered that the training facility for the police dogs is
right next door to the museum. Since I have a German Shepherd I stopped to
watch as the police officers put their dogs through their paces. If only
mine
would obey as well as those dogs do. What's their secret?
Across the path from the dog training academy was a field of highland
cattle. When you're used to looking at plain old American cows, these are
strange looking things. Shaggy long hair, they look almost like overgrown
goats, but they sure bellow like cows.

Friday, Nov. 4, 1994

07:30 GMT -- take the train to Inverness, where I change trains for
Thurso, and change again for Wick at Georgemas (get your maps out, folks!).
It's still pretty dark this early in the morning, so starting out I can't see
much out the train window. The sky looks pretty clear, though.
My travel agent had told me how efficient BritRail is. Well, we actually
lost 15 minutes between Glasgow and Inverness due to fog. But we got to
Inverness with 15 minutes to spare to get the train for the Wick.
As it's getting lighter and I can see the terrain I can understand why so
many of the Scots who came to the US settled in the Appalachian region. The
mountains in this part of the county are very similar in appearance to the
Skyline Drive area of Virginia. They would feel right at home.
Ever since I got here I've been hearing a lot of Queen songs being played
on the radio. I think this may be due to Freddie Mercury's roommate
releasing
the new biography of Freddie. I don't remember the title now, but I saw an
interview with him on the BBC and now I want to read the book. Have to look
for
it when I get home.
The one song being played on the radio that really surprised me was Rod
Stewart's "Mine for Me", from his "Smiler" album. I thought I was the only
person who knew that song, but there it was, on the radio in Dunkin' Donuts
in
Glasgow.

My first night in Wick and my first ceilidh. I had a blast. I didn't
understand the songs in Gaelic, but they usually gave a synopsis of the story
line before they began singing.

There was a pipe band, and a group of elementary school children who did a
demonstration of Highland dancing.
Some of the dancers, not the kids but the adults, did what closely
resembled Appalachian clog dancing to some of the folk songs that were sang.
Some of those same folks songs sounded similar in tempo and style to the
country
music that performers like Hank Williams, Sr. did, or some of Ricky Scaggs or
John Anderson's songs. The more traditional country music. So again, I have
to
conclude that perhaps this is where this "American" music style originated.
I wrote down the chorus of one of these traditional folk songs, as I think
it might be of interest to the Highlander forum members. As follows:

"I will go,
I will go,
When the fighting is over,
to the land of MacLeod
where I learned to be a soldier.

When we saw the heather
we knew some would fall,
some would live forever."

I think the title was "I Will Go". Do you suppose the people at Rysher would
be
interested in including this in one of the flashbacks? They could easily
make
it fit.

Sat., Nov. 5, 1994

Guy Fawkes Day. Bonfires and fireworks tonight. (For the Americans
reading this, Guy Fawkes Day is the commemoration of an attempt in 1605 by a
fellow named Guy Fawkes to blow up the houses of Parliament.) It's pouring
down
rain. The sea is trying it's best to come over the sea wall and up the
estuary
into Wick. I'm booked to fly to Kirkwall, Orkney, today, but the flight is
canceled because the pilot refused to take off in the storm. LoganAir
retickets
me for Monday. A woman ticketed on the same flight opts to take the ferry to
Kirkwall. I've already seen what the sea is trying to do to the sea wall.
No
ferry for me. I get a rental car to explore the northeastern corner of
Scotland
for the weekend.

I end up in Thurso. Took the long way around to get here, but the scenery
was well worth it. This is my first experience at driving on the left side
of
the road. It takes some getting to. At least the clutch, brake and gas
pedals
are in the same places. Nothing else is. And no power steering. That was
the
hardest thing to get used to. I haven't driven without it since my father's
1965 Ford Fairlane 500 that I learned to drive on. And the cars are so TINY.

Occasionally I pass a Land Rover or some other larger passenger vehicle.
Since
I'm used to driving a Bronco II the Land Rover seems much more my idea of
what a
passenger vehicle is supposed to be.
The fog has moved in fast from the sea. It's so damp my hair is trying to
curl... an interesting feat, considering it hasn't been permed in almost 2
years
and is otherwise straight as a board.

An aside here. The water in Scotland is very soft compared to the water
at home. My hair has looked better here than it has at home in ages. Same
shampoo, creme rinse and mousse, so it must be the water. I may have to
consider having a water softener put on the house after I get home.
Thurso is having their bonfire on the beach. They are bringing in dump
truck loads of wooden pallets down onto the beach. I'd be interested to know
what they're going to use to light these fires, considering all the rain.
But
the celebration goes on.

Sun., Nov. 6, 1994

I had a very enjoyable evening last night, despite the rain. Had supper
in the pub near the little hotel in Thurso and, being the only American in
the
crowd, I was sort of a novelty. Everyone wanted to know where in the states
I
was from, what had I seen so far of Scotland, what was I doing so far north
in
Scotland on holiday this time of year (it was definitely the off season).
Drove to Dunnet's Head today, the northernmost point of the British
mainland. There's a lighthouse on the point that is still manned. The
weather
has cleared up considerably, it's still hazy but at least it's not raining,
and
the Orkneys are visible across the Pentland Firth from the hill above the
lighthouse.

Tues., Nov. 8, 1994

No entry from yesterday, as I had an early (7:20am) flight from Wick to
Kirkwall and got to bed late.
Stayed in Stromness last night. It was the coldest night since I've been
here. The wind howled all night long and the room never did get really warm.
The weather today wasn't much better. It was overcast (read "misty" here)
and extremely windy. The clouds were sitting on the tops of the mountains.
I
skipped two chambered cairns because they were up on a mountain shrouded in
mist
and cloud with a 1/2 mile walk to get to them. Not to mention that the path
was
no more than a muddy cow path (or more likely sheep path). I just couldn't
bring myself to take the hike.
More shopping has taken place. A kilt pin to go on the kilt I know I'll
buy before I leave the country, and several sweaters, as well as several
Christmas presents for friends.
Saw Maes Howe, with the Norse inscriptions in the stones. Also Skara
Brae. Both are worth the effort. There was a good bit of construction going
on
next to Skara Brae, although I don't think it actually had anything to do
with
Skara Brae. Because of this, several fences were down and the cows from the
farm next door were out wandering. The car park for Skara Brae is a good 1/2
mile down the beach from the settlement and the cows were extremely
interested
in everyone who came along. They especially liked the earth moving machines
the
construction workers had. One cow followed me from about halfway between the
car park and the settlement to the gate of the settlement (they have those
cattle-proof gates on all the historic sites I visited. This was the perfect
example of why. I think the cow would have gone on the tour with me if she
could have.)
At a more civilized pace, I went on a tour of the Highland Park Distillery
to see how the Scots make whisky. It's considerably different from the way
Jack
Daniels' makes theirs. One thing I found really interesting was that the
distilleries in Scotland all reuse the oak casks the whisky ages in. In the
states, the law doesn't allow that.

On the southern end of mainland Orkney, along the entrance to the estuary
that leads into Kirkwall, is a fleet of sunken German naval ships from W.W.I.

The ships were there when peace was declared and the captains were ordered to
scuttle the ships. I guess they didn't give much thought to the water depth,
because the rusting hulks stick way up out of the water. The islanders
thought
they were safe from any more invasions because their harbor was now blocked.
They found out in W.W.II that submarines could still get through when a
German
one ended up in Kirkwall harbor. It was after that that they connected the
smaller southern islands by causeway using large concrete blocks (named
Churchill blocks) to insure that no large ship can ever again enter the
harbor.
In Woolworth's in Kirkwall I found three Rod Stewart tapes I've never even
heard of before. They are German releases on the Warner Bros. label. Over
half
the songs I've never heard of. Goldmine!

Wed. Nov. 9, 1994

The weather for the flight to Shetland this morning was beautiful. The
flight was into Sumburgh Airport, on the very southern tip of mainland
Shetland.
Directly across the road from the airport is Jarlshof, a Norse settlement
that
dates I think a little later than Skara Brae, if I remember right. And less
than a mile to the south, is the lighthouse at the southern tip of the
island.
Leaving the airport in the rental car there is a stretch of road with
traffic lights that at first appear to have no reason for being there. Then
the
reason becomes clear. The end of the runway is no more then 25 feet from the
roadway. Whenever a plane lands or takes off they have to stop traffic on
the
road so the cars don't get hit by the planes. That's one traffic light I
have
no intention of running.
I am not a boat person, but the weather was so nice, the water so smooth,
that I went ahead and took the ferry from Mainland to Yell. There's not a
whole
lot on Yell. It's pretty much sheep and peat moors. I find a small but nice
B&B to stay at for the night.

Thurs., Nov. 10, 1994

Took the ferry from Yell to Unst, weather is still holding. Blue skies,
white clouds, bright sunshine. I continue to drive north and end up at
Hermaness, which is a wildlife preserve/bird sanctuary. From the car park is
a
trail leading to the most northern point of land in Great Britain with views
of
Muckle Flugga and Outstack. And yes, another lighthouse (does it sound like
I
have a thing about lighthouses?). It took two and a half hours round trip to
hike up to the point, but it was worth it. And for anyone who wants to know
what a peat bog is or see a peat bog, I highly recommend this hike. The
entire
hike is through one big peat bog. By the time I got back to the car my feet
were soaked and numb. I thought I had ruined a perfectly good pair of hiking
shoes; luckily, they dried out and are fine.
The view across to Muckle Flugga and the lighthouse couldn't have been
better. I've never seen a photograph of it without mist. None at all today.

Despite the cold and wind (I would have loved to have known the wind speed
and
windchill factor) it was well worth the effort to see. I would recommend to
anyone else wanting to see this beautiful site to wait until warmer weather.

From Hermaness I drove back south, leaving Unst for Yell and Yell for
Mainland. On the way through Lerwick I stop to shop some more, and buy gas.
Then, even though it's getting dark, I decide to go ahead and drive to
Sumbrugh,
since my flight back to the mainland is in the morning. I am able to get a
room
at the hotel directly across from the airport, next to Jarlshof. It was
built
in 1867 and was the laird's house for the estate that used to cover the
southern
end of the island.

Friday, Nov. 11, 1994

The weather is Sumburgh was beautiful when I left. When we landed in Wick
it was back to Scotch mist.
A quick taxi ride to the train station and it's aboard BritRail for the
trip to Inverness. Spend the night tonight at Inverness. Like many of the
other Scottish cities I've been in there is a very nice hotel next door to
the
train station.

Sat., Nov. 12, 1994

Posted the first of many items I've bought since I got here back home.
I've run out of room in the suitcases. Since it was raining all day, I did
more
shopping. Yes, there is sightseeing along with the shopping, but for the
prices
the sweaters and blankets go for here I can't resist. I won't have to buy
more
sweaters for years. And, my kilt, Dress Gordon (the clan my father's
father's
family is descended from). Now I have a kilt to wear my kilt pin on.

Sunday, Nov. 13, 1994

Since it was raining again today I took the train to Aberdeen for the day.
They have a good shopping area, I bought myself something I haven't seen in
the
states since the 60's... a 4-part puzzle ring. Of course, it promptly came
apart (it took me 5 days to figure out how it fits back together). Other
than
that it is a fairly typical port city.
I arrived just in time to see Santa's arrival. I must admit that I've
seen lots of Christmas parades but this was the first time I've see Santa
piped
into town to the strains of "Scotland the Brave". His sled was pulled by
real
reindeer, however, the reindeer didn't think much of having to get out of the
way for the fire trucks that went screaming down the street in the middle of
the
parade.
After this, and a short walk around the city, it's back on the train to
Inverness.

Monday, Nov. 14, 1994

I rented a car today, which I will keep until I get to Edinburgh. First
to Culloden (pronounced with the hard accent on the "o" -- Cull-O-den) and
the
Clava Cairns. The weather has cleared up somewhat, but by the time I get to
the
battlefield it's pouring. So I go into the visitor's center first. I highly
recommend sitting through the 16min. video. It's an excellent history of the
'45 Jacobites' Rising and its culmination at Culloden.
In the fall of 1745, Prince Charles' Scottish army turned back north. The
Scots wanted to go home to get the fields ready for the spring planting of
crops. It seems almost that if they had continued their assault south when
they
were at Derby (pronounced Darby) they might have been able to take London, in
which case the massacre at Culloden would never have taken place.

I've been to quite a few American Civil War battlefields: Stones River,
Antietam, Gettysburg, Bull Run, Franklin. Here in middle Tennessee they're
all
over the place. I can go out and dig in the flowerbeds and come up with
civil
war bullets. But I have never experienced any place like Culloden. It was
just
plain eerie. The dead of both armies are buried in mass graves on one side
of
the battlefield and it's almost like their ghosts still walk the moor. Maybe
it
was because the weather when I was there was similar to conditions at the
time
of the battle, with the exception of sleet. Maybe it was seeing the clan
names
carved into the granite blocks, or the blocks carved with the titles "Mixed
Clans"... the dead who none of the living could identify.
The area covered by Scots graves is at least twice as large as the area
covered by English graves. One account I read said that after the battle the
English stacked the bodies of the Scots like cordwood to a height of their
spears, approximately 6 feet.
Sitting here now typing this, thinking back to that day on Drummossie
Moor, I get chills down my back. For anyone going to Scotland this is one
place
not to miss, if you want to really understand Scottish history.
When I left the battlefield I drove a very short distance to the Clava
Cairns. This is also a don't miss. From the Cairns, follow the single track
road on around the left hand, ninety degree turn and start up the hill.
There
is an excellent viewpoint of the railroad viaduct of the West Highland Line
from
there. The viaduct can also be seen from the Cairns, although not in its
entire
length.
At this point I had every intention of taking the highway south along Loch
Ness. Instead, I decided to visit Eilean Donan.
In cutting across to the road to Kyle of Lochalsh I went through Beauly.
For those of you who have read Diana Gabaldon's books "Outlander" (released
as
"Cross Stitch" in the UK), "Dragonfly in Amber", and "Voyager" the area
between
Inverness and Ft. William is where the main plot of her story takes place.
It
was really fun to see all the places I've been reading about in her books.
Beauly is the sight of the priory she refers to in, I think, "Outlander" (I'm
on
"Voyager" now, so it has been a while since I read "Outlander"). For more
information on this wonderful series of books (there's a fourth one in the
works) check out the Literary forum on CIS. She's an assistant sysop over
there.
Anyway, in the rain and early sunset, I took a wrong turn and ended up at
the beautiful little village of Lochcarron. One B&B, one hotel (4 crowns
commended and on the Taste of Scotland list... the fresh loch trout, cooked
in a
butter and Drambuie sauce was delicious... and it's in the middle of
nowhere!) a
filling station, a bank, a church, post office, a few stores and that's the
village. Just past the village is a weaver, where almost any tartan anyone
might possibly want is available.
When the rain finally broke and the moon came out the water on the loch
became still. The moonlight shining on the loch was breathtaking. Since I
was
still quite a ways away from Eilean Donan, and it was dark, I spent the night
here. Lochcarron was by far one of the most memorable places I visited, both
because of its beauty and its isolation.

Tues., Nov. 15, 1994

Today I saw Eilean Donan Castle. Walking across the bridge to the castle
I could almost hear Freddie Mercury singing "Princes of the Universe". The
castle itself is closed for the season, but the gift shop was open. The lady
who works there was there when HL1 was filmed. She said Christopher Lambert
was
one of the nicest people to meet. Very down to earth. Didn't mind making his
own coffee when everyone was busy and a fresh pot needed to be made. She
said
he was a lot nicer than some of the crew people who were there doing the
lighting, filming, etc. He's extremely nearsighted, wears thick glasses when
not in front of the camera.
I didn't even have to mention HL1 by name for her to begin telling me this
story. A friend of mine wanted a navy blue "V" neck pull-over sweater (a
jumper
as the British call them) and I hadn't been able to find one anywhere. There
was one in the castle gift shop with a monogram of the castle and its name on
the breast. I said that was ok, I could easily explain the castle by putting
in
a video tape. She started to laugh, and told me that the movie has done more
for tourism for the castle than any of the tourist boards. Every Highlander
fan
who gets anywhere nearby, comes to visit. I know I felt like I'd been there
before, even though I'd never been in the country before. Well worth the
visit.
I stopped for lunch at the Invergarry Hotel whose owner, Robert MacCallum,
can be found on the UK forum of CIS. The hotel is very nice and the soup
they
had for the lunch special that day was delicious. One of those good thick
broth
soups so typical of the highlands. Had it been later in the day I would have
stayed the night here, but with at least three more hours of daylight left I
couldn't give up the driving time.

Wed., Nov. 16, 1994

Spent the night in the village of Glencoe. Very nice hotel and spa, with
indoor pool, sauna, steam room with eucalyptus in the steam, exercise room
with
weights, etc. I met a couple from somewhere near Edinburgh who were there
for a
week on holiday. The off season rates were reasonable enough I'd stay there
for
a week. A good example of the differences between American laws and British:
they were allowed to rent swimsuits, as well as towels, for the pool. The
FDA
would never allow that in the US.
Today it is raining and foggy... what's new? Let me take this opportunity
to advise people NOT to take heed of the signs indicating the "Argyle Scenic
Route to Loch Lomond". This route may be necessary in the winter when the
Glencoe pass is closed due to snow or ice, but as long as it's open it's the
way
to go. First, it's MUCH shorter. Second, it's much more scenic. The Argyle
route goes all the way over to Oban before coming back to Loch Lommond. The
west coast might be worth a look in nice weather, but in the mist and rain,
on
single track roads, I couldn't see any reason to go that far out of the way.
Glencoe Pass is beautiful, even in the mist. The clouds were sitting on
top of a lot of the mountains, the burns running down from the summits and
coming together to form larger streams that eventually end up in the lochs.
I
admit I didn't try it, but I'm willing to bet that the water in those
mountain
burns is drinkable as is. I don't see how in the world it could be polluted.

There's nothing up there to pollute it, other than a few sheep. The road
through the pass itself is an easy drive, with few sharp curves. It doesn't
even get to elevations equal to those in the southern Appalachians. In clear
weather some of the views must be spectacular.
Arrived in Stirling in the late afternoon. For the first time I had
trouble finding a place to spend the night. Ended up in a little town called
Alloa. Found a small B&B. Most everyone's gathered in the bar watching the
football (Americans read soccer here) matches. Scotland is winning,
undefeated.
Saw Stirling Castle today. There is a great deal of refurbishing going
on, so all the furniture has been moved out and scaffolding is up everywhere.

The views from the castle are spectacular. It's easy to see why it was built
where it was. No one could get past without being seen.

Thurs., Nov. 17, 1994

When I left Stirling I went over to Falkirk to see the remains of the
Antonine Wall. Nothing left now except parallel piles of grass covered earth
with a deep ditch in between. At the time it was built it must have taken a
lot
of man-hours to do that kind of excavation. There is the remains of an old
Roman fort at one point along the Wall just outside Falkirk. There's no
access
to it, at least none that I could find. From a distance it looked like a
flat
topped grass covered pyramid. This was the furthest north the Romans came
during their occupation of Britain. The Wall was to keep the "barbarians"
out
of the Empire.
Got to Edinburgh. After finding a hotel, I couldn't wait to get rid of
the rental car. Driving in Edinburgh is like driving in Baltimore. The
whole
city seems to be nothing but one way streets. Of course, the Castle
dominates
the sky line, and the colored lights on it at night make it really stand out
against the darkness.

Fri., Nov. 18, 1994

Before I board the train for London I visit the post office again. This
time I really mail the boxes home. Sorry if customs doesn't like it, but
I've
just plain bought more than I can carry. (They didn't care. I claimed the
purchases on the customs declaration, paid the duty and went home. The
customs
officer never asked me to show him the merchandise.)

Fri., Nov. 18 - Wed., Nov 23, 1994

London.

Saw the usual tourist things like Westminster Abbey, the Houses of
Parliament, Big Ben (I can't tell it's leaning 3 degrees), Trafalgar Square,
St.
Paul's Cathedral, The British Museum, the Museum of London and of course the
underground. The public transportation system is better then I remember it
(we
are talking 24 years since I've been in London, so there has probably been a
lot
of improvement since then).
It was too late in the year to tour Buckingham Palace... the tours end in
October. It's also too late to get tickets for the Christmas Eve service at
Westminster Abbey.
I highly recommend the London Walks Tours. I took the Ghost Walk through
the City of London and it was not only entertaining but educational. And very
reasonably priced. When they say walk, they mean walk. If you're not up to
two
hours of walking through city streets and alleyways, then don't go.
The Trocadero is also worth a peek. They have a virtual reality game that
up to four players at a time can play. You have to fight the other players
and
watch out for a pterodactyl that comes swooping down and flies away with any
player without warning.
Needless to say, I can go on and on about what I did and saw in London.
It's such a large city with so much to do. Somehow it's not intimidating,
though, and I'm not that much of a city person.
I'll go back next time in less than 24 years. And next time to Scotland
I'll take in the Western Isles and pick up some of those Harris Tweeds, that
go
for an arm and a leg here in the states. For anyone looking for someplace to
go
to really get way from it all and relax, this is the place.

Take care, everyone; and watch your heads.

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OB/GYN OF GRUES

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We turn now to an excursion through the ever popular Gruesome Questions Hall
of
Fame. Be forewarned however that this article may not be suitable for younger
or
more sensitive Watchers.

CF -- We know immies can't have children. So... do the women menstruate.
(Personally, if I had to have the curse through eternity, I'd beg for someone
to
take my head.) Mentioning head, what about maidenhead? Does that heal too?

SL -- <<So... do the women menstruate. Personally... I'd beg for someone to
take my head.>>

I'd say you're sick, Lynn, but the same thought has occurred to me more than
once... <EG> Now, as to the question... HMMM. One assumes that they are
fully
equipped, if loaded with blanks, so I suppose they would.

<< ...maidenhead? Does that heal too? >>

Oo. There's a Gruesome Thought. "850 and still a virgin?" "Well..." My theory
is
that, once "displaced", the hymen would not reseal itself (GAWD the
sidetracks
we wander down!), but I would not want to be the one to have to test the
theory,
or her hunkahunka either...

BLC -- <<once "displaced", the hymen would not reseal itself>>

If "displaced" before becoming an Immie, I agree. But if it happened that
the
immie became an immie before becoming "worldly"<g>, I suspect it would heal.
On
the other hand, the healing of this body damage to a new state is quite
natural,
so maybe it would stay that way. Hmmmmm... time to get out the medical
books....

That leads to another thought about what would happen to a child immie who
was
losing baby teeth....<g>

C B-K -- <<If "displaced" before becoming an Immie, I agree.>>

I don't really disagree, but think that an argument could be made that a
hymen
is not a vital organ. It might not regenerate, because it doesn't really
have a
necessary physiological function.
I would assume that women immortals menstruate, assuming they weren't killed
pre-puberty or post-menopause.

HP -- <<If "displaced" before becoming an Immie, I agree. But if it happened
that the immie became an immie before becoming "worldly" <g>, I suspect it
would
heal. On the other hand, the healing of this body damage to a new state is
quite natural, so maybe it would stay that way. Hmmmmm... time to get out
the
medical books.... >>

W-e-l-l- ... It seems to me that this is one injury/alteration that does
_not_
'heal' in humans, so why would it 'heal' in an Immie, regardless of whether
she
were Latent or Active, Immie-wise?

Keep Your Head. (I may never read that line the same way again ...)

PA -- <<We know immies can't have children. So... do the women menstruate.>>

I would have thought the inability to have children is through sterility so
there is no reason why they should not menstruate.
I would assume immortal women would still produce eggs, just infertile ones,
thus the bodily cycles would not change.

<<What about maidenhead? Does that heal too? >>

With regard to maidenhead I suppose that physical damage heals to the same
state
the immortal was in at death, thus it would heal as well. Likewise an
immortal
who lost a limb, eye etc before becoming an immortal would not regain them
afterwards. Given health levels, disfigurement etc that occurred historically
I
would have expected to see a disfigured immortal before now.

I suppose severe disfigurement would slow an immortal down, hindering his
survival... Sorry for drifting a bit.

<<Personally, if I had to have the curse through eternity, I'd beg for
someone
to take my head.>>

I suppose this could account for monthly variance in the number of immortals
losing their heads <g>

<<What would happen to a child immie who was losing baby teeth>>

They would presumably no longer continue to be lost or they would constantly
regrow.

LF -- <<I would have though the inability to have children is through
sterility
so there is no reason why they should not menstruate.
I would assume immortal women would still produce eggs, just infertile ones,
thus the bodily cycles would not change.>>

I can not imagine any God or Goddess (well... any that our lad was involved
with
anyway) being so cruel as to make women go through that for eternity. Plus
so
far all the immies including females seem to be in excellent physical
condition
which suggest lots of strenuous activity that can stop a woman's cycle. In
conclusion, take the females like Annie Devlin give them PMS and the prize
would
have been won long ago! <BG>

BJ -- If infertility is caused by inactive ovarian hormones... or perhaps
hormones in a state of "perfect" health... all those aspects of preparing for
pregnancy would stop. Who would want a woman with a sword and bad case of
PMS
around for a couple of centuries? I'd probably take my own head.

I think there would be no monthly inconvenience. Since she is unable to have
children... the easiest explanation is no ovulation. Therefore no sloughing
of
uterine lining is required.

ergo... no surprises if she's away from her calendar.

So if we're taking votes... I'd vote for no wide hormone shifts, no
menstruation, and no menopause because she is perpetually the age she was
first
killed.

As for regenerated virginity... that would depend on whether said virginity
was
"lost" <g, what a stupid concept> before or after "first death". I would
hope
*before* if there was discomfort/tearing. If neither, it wouldn't matter.

CH -- I vote for the maidenhead not regrowing. Healing, yes, but I think
healing is something separate from regrowing. Remember, if we're talking
regrowing here, the males immies may also find something new that they'd
gotten
used to doing without.

As to menstruation: I would guess that they do. There are many unfertile
women
who menstruate, I think a female immortal would just be another. But I agree
that after 850 years it would be a serious bummer.

PA -- <<the male immies may also find something new that they'd gotten used
to
doing without.>>

I think this is another case of an Immie remaining in the same 'state' they
were
in when they were killed for the first time. If you lost it before becoming
immortal it stays lost.

I have to wonder though how a disabled person that gained immortality would
cope. Would the disability heal or would they have to lie there forever?

I envision a rich potential immie suffering a spinal injury of some sort and
then a greedy relative trying to bump them off for the money triggering the
'immortality factor'

WJ -- <<I think this is another case of an Immie remaining in the same
'state'
they were in when they were killed for the first time. If you lost it before
becoming immortal it stays lost.>>

I always wondered about this, I think it's another case of the writers not
being
consistent. Who gets to regenerate what? For example, Duncan cuts of one
immortal's hand and it's forever gone. On the other hand <g>, Sheena Easton
jumps out of a window, breaks every bone in her body (including her head, I'm
sure), and a few hours later, she's back to normal. Now just what am I
missing
here?

PA -- <<Who gets to regenerate what?...>>

That does sound inconsistent. I always assume that injuries suffered before
becoming an immortal would remain and those suffered after would cause death.
Quite how this works in a fight when the immortal is created I'm not sure. If
a
potential immortal loses, say, a finger (or suffers some other relatively
minor
injury) and is then killed does that minor injury remain?

Losing a hand after becoming an immortal and then not regrowing it appears
just
sloppy scriptwriting.

HP -- <<Who gets to regenerate what?...>>

You hit the basic difference in there -- if a body part is gone, it's gone,
but
if it's _broken_, it heals -- with the possible exceptions being raised in
this
thread. (And, of course, if the head is gone, it's all over.)

BJ -- I think we discussed how a hand *could* come back... but only if was
reattached and then allowed to heal. Lost parts seem to remain lost. That
would be consistent with what we've seen, since aside from Xavier, no one has
lost anything... (heads don't count).

Falls and subsequent broken bones and stuff don't count... They do heal
themselves, sometimes quite painfully as they snap and pop back into place...
see Duncan's recovery from a bad fall in MOUNTAIN MEN.

JW -- I think you are approaching the issue from the wrong angle. Let me see
if
I can explain my logic.

1. If I remember correctly from some classes LONG ago, each female has a
limited number of eggs that basically are there at birth.

2. Part of "the Prize" is the ability to produce children -- which requires
an
egg in a female.

3. Each time a women menstruates, an egg leaves the system.

4. If the female immies has been around a while, ALL of her eggs should be
gone.

Therefore, they must NOT menstruate -- if they did, they would not be able to
"use" part of the prize. The reproductive system must be "frozen" or
something,
so there is NO change -- i.e. it's in stasis.

SR -- <<Let me see if I can explain my logic.>>

Logic?!? Sigh. Haven't you heard of the Chaos theory...? :j

To paraphrase Murphy: "Anything that can spawn, will mutate."

HP -- << If I remember correctly from some classes LONG ago, each female has
a
limited number of eggs that basically are there at birth. >>

As I recall, it's a "limited" number, yes, but a _rather_large_ limited
number
(like six digits ...), so I don't think the rest of it holds up.

Any medical types out there?

SL -- <<1. If I remember correctly from some classes LONG ago, each female
has
a limited number of eggs that basically are there at birth.>> etc.

As I recall, it's something like 600,000 [later research suggests 400,000 --
SL], which would last a pretty long time (menopause is caused by the aging
process, not by running out of eggs, to forestall the inevitable objections);
but I think it's been proven that ovulation does not always occur anyway, so
I
don't know if one process would necessarily have much to do with the other,
whether eggs were being released on schedule or not. In short: Idunno. <G>

RJM -- I think menstruation would continue after a woman becomes immortal.
Since the powers that be say that not every pre-immortal becomes an immortal
(requires a violent death) I don't think every pre-immortal woman is sterile.
I
think it is something about becoming immortal that causes the sterility in
both
men and women. It's possible that the quickening enters an immortal's body
when
he or she first dies. This sudden influx of energy could change the
immortal's
body, giving the power of regeneration and rendering the person sterile.
This
sterility in women could be the result of the stoppage of the menstrual
cycle,
but I think a simpler explanation would be that it mutates the eggs in women
and
sperm in men, rendering them sterile.

BJ -- A woman's eggs are "made" while she is herself still forming. If
Immortality "mutates" the eggs, if she wins the prize, she'll still have
mutated
eggs. Ick!

Nothing can happen to those eggs -- so they must be in some kind of stasis.
If
in stasis they don't mature... produce hormones, etc... study high school
biology re female reproduction and interrelationship of hormones to
fertility.

CF -- What about this one? Ryan proposes that sterility occurs when an pre
immie turns immie, then why couldn't pre immies bear children? There are too
many Immortals for it to just be a random defect in the chromosome it must be
passed down.

Wait, before we tangle this one out. Can someone ask the producers if they
have
an answer? Better yet can someone get a hold of their bible?

MH -- Ok, now suppose that, as we've been discussing, Immortals actually age
very slowly, 1 year in 1000 years. Now, if the menstrual cycle is tied more
to
the _aging_ process than chronological time, an Immie female would only have
her
period every 76.7 years or so. I, for one, do not want to be around when it
happens! <G>

BLC -- <<an Immie female would only have her period every 76.7 years or so.>>

Great!?! But then the darn thing lasts for about 18 years! No one deserves
that!

MH -- <<Great!?! But then the darn thing lasts for about 18 years!>>

LOL! I didn't think about that! Now _that_ would be something to b*tch
about!
<G>

CF -- <<an Immie female would only have her period every 76.7 years or so.>>

So instead of a lunar cycle they would be on a Halley's Comet's cycle?

MH -- <<So instead of a lunar cycle they would be on a Halley's Comet's
cycle?>>

Yeah, it does work out that way, doesn't it? Hmmm, raises some interesting
questions about the origin of the Immortals...

[CF: Lynn Fernandez; SL: Samantha Lynn; BLC: Brian L. Chappell; C B-K:
Cathryn
Bauer-Kahn; HP: Helva Peters; PA: Paul Austin; LF: Lisa Fisher; BJ: Barb
Galler-
Smith; CH: Carolyn Hoffman; WJ: Wendy Joyrich; JW: Jon Walton; SR: Sheri
Richardson; RJM: Ryan J. Martin; MH: Martin Higgins.]

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ELAINE NICOL takes time out from frantic preparations for the Virtual Supper
in
honor of Robert Burns's birthday to recount this tale from last year's
festivities, when she introduced her Brazilian friend, Aluisio, to this odd
Scots custom.

"Everyone looks so serious. Are you sure this is fun?"
"Aluisio, we Scots take our fun very seriously." We both laughed. "It is
quite serious, to begin with. We have the meal, which is always basically
the
same."
"Haggis, neeps and tatties."
"Ah, you remembered."
"See, I do listen to you."
"Never doubted it for a moment."
"Ahhhh." Aluisio gasped between groans. "What is that!"
"What? Oh, that's the bagpipes. They are going to bring in the haggis."
"Do they have to make so much noise?"
I laughed. "It's traditional. They pipe it in. Now watch."
A piper entered, followed by a man with a chef's hat on his head carrying
a large tray a with a haggis on it. He held the tray high. They both
marched
around the room. Up and Down the tables. I was just hoping that Aluisio
didn't
stick his fingers in his ears, which he looked like doing at any moment.
"What is the large knife for?" Aluisio sounded worried.
"Don't worry. It's for the haggis." Aluisio laughed. "What?"
"I was just wondering what the others would think of this."
"Yes it's a pity they couldn't come. Maybe next year we'll have one of
our own and everyone can come."
The piper and the chef had stopped in front of the man with the knife. He
begins to speak.

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.

Aluisio is trying very hard to understand this. I tell him that it's all
right, most of the people here don't actually understand it, but I have
promised
to show him a book later which will explain it.
At the point where he starts to say:

His knife see rustic Labour dight.
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

the man begins to cut into the haggis, with great delight. We are sitting
close
enough to smell it. I'm not really sure if Aluisio is impressed. Just wait
till he tastes it.
The poem finishes:

Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a haggis!

The piper and the chef leave, and soon we will be served with our haggis,
mmmmm.
"You see, Aluisio, that was the Address to the haggis, it's not entirely
serious, but then a lot of Burns' poetry was like that."
"You mean it's like saying Grace?"
"No, we still say Grace, that is just more like praising the haggis."
Just at that, someone put a plate in front of him. "It smells okay..."
"Yes, I know it does."
"Do we just begin to eat?"
"No, there is a special grace which is said."
"What is that?" At that point someone else from the large table stood and
began to recite:

Some hae meat and canny eat,
An some hae nane that want it.
But we hae meat and we can eat,
So let the Lord be thankit.

"Eh?"
"That was the Selkirk Grace. It's always said at Burns Suppers."
"Oh. You understood it?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Because it was in a foreign language." I can't help laughing, I suppose
it must sound very strange to Aluisio's ears.
"Eat. I promise you will like it." I get tucked in -- I do like haggis.
"It's different... But I quite like it."
"Ah. There must be Scottish blood in there somewhere." We both laugh now.
"I think my brothers would like it too."
The meal is finished off with Oatcakes and cheese. Some people do have
other sweets but this would be the traditional way to complete the meal.
At various points people would make speeches. Some would keep them until
the end of the meal, others during the meal.
"What did you say this was called?"
"The Immortal Memory."
Aluisio gives me a very strange look. I just laugh. This is someone who
knows Burns' work very well and tells the people there about it, along with
quotes from poems to illustrate. Whether this is any good or not depends on
how
well the person knows Burns.
A woman stands and sings, "Ae Fond Kiss". Which is wrong as it really
should be a man singing it, but it is a beautiful song. Later she will sing
"the Deil's away wi the Exciseman", which is a funny song.
"You'll like this bit, Aluisio. This is called the toast to the lassies."
"Why?"
"Well, Burns was very fond of women you know. Very fond."
The speaker begins and he quotes the usual line.

His prentce hand he tried on Man,
And then he made a lassie o.

"Ah, I see," said Aluisio, "he is praising women." He takes my hand and
kisses it. "A very clever man."
"Well, wait until you hear the reply."
A lady at the table stood and thanked the gentleman for his kind toast.
She then went on to say that of course we all know that women are the
superior
sex. Aluisio is begining to looked puzzled again. And I can't help
laughing.
"You are missing a very important point Aluisio."
"What?"
"We Scots have a strange sense of humour. Not everything here is 100%
serious. Remember Robert Burns was a man who liked fun. He loved to have a
go
at authority. He lived very much to his own code of morals. He found
pompous
people funny, and at the same time felt sorry for them. What about the line.

'O wad some power the giftie gie us, Tae see ourselves as ither's see us.'
The
man enjoyed a joke and he enjoyed a drink, he basically enjoyed living. And
he
wasn't afraid to share that with the world. Both happiness and Sadness."
"I think I would have liked this man."
"Probably."
"What happens now?"
"Well, at this one we dance. At some they go on reading poems and singing
songs. You'll get the chance to try out the Gay Gordons."
"Oh, good. Do we get to Lambada?"
"No, not here."
"Later, at home."
"We'll see..."

After the dancing the evening ends with everyone singing "Auld Lang Syne".
"That one, I know."
"Everyone does, Aluisio."
"I think next year we will have one of our own and invite all our
friends."
"Good idea...."

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The complete list of season one tapes now available in the United Kingdom:

(EVS1101) The Gathering / Revenge Is Sweet
(EVS1111) Free Fall / Mountain Men
(EVS1121) Family Tree / The Road Not Taken
(EVS1122) Innocent Man / Bad Day In Building A
(EVS1123) The Sea Witch / Deadly Medicine
(EVS1124) See No Evil / Eye Witness
(EVS1125) Band Of Brothers / For Evils Sake
(EVS1126) Nowhere To Run / The Hunters
(EVS1127) Avenging Angels / Eye Of The Beholder
(EVS1129) For Tomorrow We Die / Saving Grace
(EVS1130) The Beast Below / The Lady and the Tiger

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Helva's record of the Season One Tape Queue stands at:

1.) Jennifer Steneberg 70720,2671
2.) Robert Green 72652,1571
3.) Sheri Richardson 70703,2746
4.) Lynn Fernandez 74473,2063
5.) Patricia A. Ahern 72123,1224
6.) Brian L Chappell 73261,3205
7.) Mary Madi 74513,3567
8.) Janine Shahinian 72557,627
9.) Danita Burkett 74774,426
10.) Barbara Johnson 72650,443
11.) Mark Salandro 70534,2370

"Last I heard Kim Crawford had the tapes."

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Week of Ep # Production # Title
01/02/95 94305(R) Rite of Passage
01/09/95 94306(R) Courage
01/16/95 94307(R) The Lamb
01/23/95 94308(R) Obsession
01/30/95 55 94311 VENDETTA
02/06/95 56 94312 THEY ALSO SERVE
02/13/95 57 94313 BLIND FAITH
02/20/95 58 94314 SONG OF THE EXECUTIONER
02/27/95 59 94315 STAR-CROSSED (with Roger Daltrey)
03/06/95 60 94316 METHOS
03/13/95 94309(R) Shadows
03/20/95 94310(R) Blackmail

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THE FINAL DIMENSION" on January 27, 1995, more or less in time for Burns Day.

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HIGHLANDER, for those of you just tuning in (the rest of you could skip this
bit), is a television series based somewhat loosely upon a film of the same
name, concerning a man from 1500's Scotland who discovers that he is
immortal,
and cannot die. There are others like him, he finds, and they are engaged in
a
fight to the last immortal, for the power of the Prize. In the end, there
can
be only one.
The movie and the series diverge at this point: in the film, our man is
Connor
MacLeod (Christopher Lambert), and he lives at the time of the last days, the
Gathering, when all the remaining immortals are coming together for the fight
to
the death.
In the series, however, our immortal hero is Duncan MacLeod (Adrian Paul)--
"Same clan, different vintage" -- and the Gathering is not yet at hand.
Duncan's
task is to keep his head from week to week.
For that is the only way to slay an immortal. From any wound but one, even
unto
death, they will recover -- but "if your head comes away from your neck, it's
over." So says Connor's immortal mentor, Ramirez (Sean Connery).

-- THE PRIZE, Issue #1

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