Thursday, February 7, 2013

My fingers get stuck in the scissors


Blogger, Twitter, Facebook, standing in line at ABC Fine Liquors while juggling a multitude of colorful bottles because once again I angrily smirked at the baskets at the door. The almost daily question is now becoming as mundane as hanging out with Anthony Bourdain...wait a minute that wouldn't suck.
Why do they call you Sausage Fingers?

There it is the question of questions that haunts me back to the birth of this little project, which at the time was to quiet the voices in the noggin and to somehow get them on paper just in case the men with the straight jacket came to take me away or the Greeks finally realised that my last delivery way back then was a wee bit short and I was driving a new mustang! Do Greek gangsters offer statutes of limitations? I do hope so.

Anyway back to the point - Why do I call myself Sausage Fingers?


Am I a chef specializing in the artistry of the porcine?
Was I injured in some type of radioactive experiment and now have Sausage Fingers with the ability to shoot links at masked robbers running down the street with an old lady's handbag?
Maybe once as a bet I cut holes into the ends of large sausages and placed them on my fingers then paraded around the house before grilling them? (maybe)
NO.

I am just a big lad with big hands. In fact my hands are so big that the knife that cut me last week apologized in fear of retribution and violent retaliation.



It was my father that gave me the name while at the butchers and looking upon some rather plumpy links "Look ma these sausages look like our wee lad from Dundee."

There it is they call me Sausage Fingers because my fingers look like sausages. Big meaty appendages.



You know what the ladies say about men with large hands right?


 
Well nowadays it's "Can you please open this jar of pickles, crack these pecans then take out the trash." But there was a time when I could have been a hand replacement for a Mr. Ron Jeremy if such a replacement was needed.

There are many downsides to the whole big hands thing, typing is one. Try to picture me texting, it isn't easy and often I am accused of sending rude and disgusting messages like - "I'll pee on you by hate." which in my fingery world means that I will be home by eight. I also break a lot of stuff, I tried taking up the hobby of building model airplanes but ended up smashing most of the pieces because piece B3 was so small that the meaty appendages king konged them into the next room.

I once met the great blues performer known as the Sauce Boss aka Bill Wharton. While backstage at a benefit I was able to have a picture taken with him. Boss stands about 6' and has what would be called normal functional size hands, he is an incredible musician and a tireless advocate for feeding the needy, it was an honor to meet him. I did not look at the photo until the next day but looking at his wee(Normal size) hands compared to my large(Freakish) hands should finally answer the question. "Why do they call you Sausage Fingers"
You decide.
Cheers...
Guess which one I am





16 comments:

  1. I thought mine were shovels but damn yours are big!

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    1. Other than pugilistic intent they can be bothersome.
      Cheers...

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  2. I have the reverse problem. I was buying gloves one time in Florance, Italy, and the peddler took hold of one of my hands and said, "How tiny, just like a bambino."

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    1. Well at least you have been to Florence!
      I imagine it was as spectacular as imagined

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  3. And your shoe size would be what, sir?

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  4. UB - 12 but I find myself leaning towards the 13's because shopping in what I call "The clown shoe section" makes for a fun day.

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  5. Dems big haunds!

    I myself have been blessed with thumbs that look like big toes!

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    1. Map - So good tae here from you, hope all is well.
      The haunds were usefull back in the day when a wee punter stepped out of line but that was then.
      Cheers...
      PS toe hands!!!yuck.

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  6. And here was me thinking that all Dundonians had 6 fingers on each hand. Nice result on Sunday by the way, I hope you could picture my wee smile as the 6th goal went in.

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    1. We were lucky to get that penalty, that should have been a free kick.
      6 against the Arabs
      and 5 against the other lot fae across the street we are officially your bitches.

      I swam in the Tay as a lad, I am lucky to have any limbs left!
      Jobeewater.

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  7. Awesome digits, sir! I have slightly long fingers, but normal-to-skinny. The only other person I knew with some like yours was a fellow I worked with once in a stationer's warehouse. However, while his fingers were incredibly wide, they were also somewhat shorter than normal, a bit stubby, so you have him beat all to hell.

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    1. I once took guitar lessons, once!
      cheers...

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  8. Just to make sure, Celtic beat Dundee Utd just over a week ago 6 0, today they hammered Dundee 5 - 0. Proud times in Glesga oul son.

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    1. Sad times for the Tayside dwellers but just wait until the two teams unite and provide a challenge to your hoops. I am however pulling for a Turin miracle!
      cheers

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    2. A Turin miracle is as likely as the bearded wan turning up and having a wee kickaboot himself. The Selik are stuffed I'm afraid.

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    3. Although my blood runs Tangerine I still cheer silently for all teams under the flag of Auld Alba while on European adventures...Let's hope the spirit of wee jinky is with your hoops.
      Good luck.

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