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Dougie McLaren

The Story

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every conceivable legend! He's a fine man, Dougie, but he exaggerates so much you can't believe a word he says!" Dougie's cousin shrugged. "I dare say you're right. There is only one true legend round here. And his name is Dougie McLaren!" When Dougie McLaren, part-time crofter, shepherd,

entrepreneur and legend, finally got home, his bairns were in bed and his wife was knitting by the fire. In a tiny attic room Dougie switched on his computer and in minutes had reached a host of cousins – Hamish in Inverness, Angus in Glasgow, Calum in Edinburgh, and Logie in America – in a Chat Room on the Net! He described his latest idea. "When you hear the terrible consequences of the 'Millennium Bug' you'll see it's our duty to introduce the next generation of 'McLaren' underwear!

We already know the benefits of a dram at Hogmanay, but now more than ever people will need a warming shot of whisky close at hand, not as a luxury, but as an invigorating Emergency Ration! And to our underwear we add another wee pocket that might hold – well – a wee something for the responsible man: just use your imagination! Och, they will be in great demand should the New Year celebrations get a wee bit 'carried away'!" "I can't see The Minister ordering them," joked Hamish. "Whyever not?" answered Angus. "Aren't Ministers among the most responsible of men!" "So you see," finished Dougie, "with the rest of our warm clothing from the Highlands 'The McLaren' range might just be the only hope the so-called civilised world has of surviving the New Millennium!" "A grand idea, Dougie! We'll get on with it right away! Now all that remains is finding a cure for the wretched Midge!" Dougie laughed. "We will, Calum! One day we will! And that really would make me a legend, wouldn't it!?"

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