Word of the Year

Heft. It seems I can't listen to any serious discussion - art, politics, movies, whatever - without heft being snucked in there. I'm sure it's getting misused as much as used, but I may just sneak it in before year end. Especially as my blip often lacks it. If it's a noun.
So that's the Christmas shopping all done; I reckon a trip out to Spiers Bar with its shitty beers to meet the sailing granddads is in order. Knowing Embra parlance, it's probably known as Spiersies, mind.

What about the bears though? Eh? Some AGM. They're no oot the woods yet. Which is doubly bad as they've probably been shitting in there. Well, I believe they do.

And two postscripts: the beer was OK. And jings that Glasgow event is pretty bloody awful.