I’m reading Wintersmith at the moment and loving every bit of it. Boy, do I love the Nac Mac Feegle! *
You, Dear Reader, who’s patient and kind enough to take the time and read my blog, might remember a particular post some time ago about why I still use a journal – you know, the one about writing down experiences, and processing muddled and jumbled opinions into something slightly less muddled and jumbled? Right! I came across the following – ahem! shall we say ‘fresh’? – perspective about keeping a diary, which I found interesting. This is the part where the Nac Mac Feelge have stolen their hag Tiffany’s diary …
“Ach, I see she’s got one of they paddly locks again,” said Daft Wullie, walking around the diary.
“Rob I cannae help thinkin’ that it’s no’ right to read this”, said Billy Bigchin, as Rob put his arm into the keyhole. “It’s pers’nal!”
“She’s oor hag. What’s pers’nal to her is pers’nal to us,” said Rob matter-of-factly, fishing around inside the lock. “Besides, she must want someone tae read it, cuz she wrote things doon. Nae point of writin’ stuff doon if ye dinnae want it read! It’s a sheer waste o’ pencil!”
“Mebbe she wanted tae read it hersel’,” said Billy doubtfully.
“Oh, aye? Why’d she want tae do that?” said Rob scornfully. “She already kens what’s in it …”
Copyright – Terry Pratchett
* The Nac Mac Feegle (also known as the Wee Free Men or Pictsies – yes that is spelt correctly!) are a type of fairy folk living on the Chalk on the Discworld. They are 6 inches tall, they have shaggy red hair, wear kilts or leather loincloths, and they are so heavily tattooed that their skin appears blue. They love drinking, fighting and stealing, and frankly, their general rowdiness is what got them thrown out of Fairyland in the first place! They carry swords as large as themselves but will not shy away from kicking or even head-butting. Humans consider the Nac Mac Feegle one of the most feared fairy race. Even trolls run for cover at the sight of them!