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Well, after seeing the blonde jokes, and the banter from Stealthy (A Dundee lad I see), I have to combine the two, and tell a true story.
A couple of years ago, I was playing golf at Carnoustie (the link to Dundee), and one of the group had this tiny old Scottish caddie who was lugging his huge bag around for him. He was a friendly talkative bloke, who enjoyed a chat, a smoke, a laugh, and a wee drop o' something wet from his seemingly bottomless hip flask. Anyway, we got out to the 6th hole, and I had the honour. I got up and smacked a really great booming drive down the fairway, and as I was standing there admiring it (as one does with a truly majestic shot), the wee caddie mutters "Ah, a BLONDIE sir".
Now all of us had heard him, but we were all puzzled by what he was on about. One of the guys couldn't contain his curiousity and asked him what he had said. Ian (the caddie) then said "Aye sir, the shot sir, fine it was, a right blondie". Well then we all had to find out just what the heck this blondie was. He leaned over to us, made a little pump sign with his fist, and in a conspiratorial whisper said "A blondie sir - why a fairrr crrrracck up the middle sirrr".
Davros
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