You know, I think it would be possible to run a thread featuring only Cyril Tawney stories. There are enough of them! I used to live in Cumbernauld, pretty well in the middle of Central Scotland and from when I got to know Cyril in the late 60s, whenever he did a Scottish tour he stayed with me. I was lucky to count him and Rosemary as friends.
One of his stories was that in his larger days, he was doing a folk club (not too far from Cumbernauld) and while singing one of his funnier songs, he had to stop in the middle. He apologised to the audience and said, "Sorry but there's a girl in the front row and every time she laughs, her tits bounce up and down!"
She looked him straight in the eye and said, "So do yours!"

Eddie