Bizarre Scotland

by David Long (Author)

• Used

  Hardcover
  2014

  $4.12

  From the world's oldest indoor loo to a theatre where spectators fill their pockets with poo, the definitive guide to the stranger side of Scotland shows there's a lot more to the place than tartan, haggis and tossing the caber. Inside you'll find:

  The world's longest man-made echo
  A city where aliens are welcome
  What the Royals really think of it
  Britain's weirdest wig
  The worst Scottish accents ever
  Our tallest hedge and oldest tree
  Loch monsters nastier than Nessie
  A road you can roll up
  Scots in Space
  Whether it's Ruthven or Ruthven?
  Britain's loneliest bus stop (and its loveliest)
  A school for spies
  The cost of burning witches
  An aeroplane made from seaweed
  . . . and why the Queen needs rubber gloves
  
  Praise for Bizarre London:

  'In a market niche that's now as crowded as the 18:22 to Reading, Bizarre London pummels its bantamweight rivals with knockout clouts of trivia that even this weary correspondent hadn't encountered before.' The Londonist

• New

  Hardcover
  2014

  $14.88

  From the world's oldest indoor loo to a theatre where spectators fill their pockets with poo, the definitive guide to the stranger side of Scotland shows there's a lot more to the place than tartan, haggis and tossing the caber. Inside you'll find:

  The world's longest man-made echo
  A city where aliens are welcome
  What the Royals really think of it
  Britain's weirdest wig
  The worst Scottish accents ever
  Our tallest hedge and oldest tree
  Loch monsters nastier than Nessie
  A road you can roll up
  Scots in Space
  Whether it's Ruthven or Ruthven?
  Britain's loneliest bus stop (and its loveliest)
  A school for spies
  The cost of burning witches
  An aeroplane made from seaweed
  . . . and why the Queen needs rubber gloves
  
  Praise for Bizarre London:

  'In a market niche that's now as crowded as the 18:22 to Reading, Bizarre London pummels its bantamweight rivals with knockout clouts of trivia that even this weary correspondent hadn't encountered before.' The Londonist