Day 72. 123,730 words.

In a few short months I (an Australian, it scarcely needs to be said) have gone from not even knowing the Scottish community in Finland, to becoming their official piper and friend, then joining the Finnish Scottish Society as a member … and now I am the Society’s Vice Chairperson.

Funny old world.

There doesn’t seem to be much to the job, aside from chairing meetings when the Chairperson can’t make it. I’m not super-concerned about this happening since our man Dave is a pretty solid attendee and contributor.

Last year’s Vice Chairperson, amusingly, had to chair the Annual General Meeting in the absence of last year’s Chairperson, and handled it very well even though she then stood down as Vice Chairperson which is why muggins here ended up with the job. So let’s see how the year goes. They’re a great crowd really. You should all sign up as members. It’s only €10 per year, and you get discounts on events that basically pay for your membership after the first two tickets. Go on, go and sign up. I’ll wait.


Here’s a Scottish My Little Pony in the meantime. Did you know that the unicorn is Scotland’s national animal? That’s just taking the piss, and I love it.

Anyway, I’ve decided to style my Vice Chairpersonship after MacBeth, and make vaguely threatening insinuations about having my eyes on the Chair even if I really don’t. Mrs. Hatboy is on board with this extended joke and we already know she’s the power behind the Hat.

This political development also means that last night I got help setting up my Finnish Scottish Society Board e-mail address from a bloke using the handle “Rab McHunt”. Which is something of a first.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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1 Response to MacBeth

  1. brknwntr says:

    Yeah,as country animals go, I have long felt Scotland is winning.

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