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Scotland’s ferry fiasco is caused by… Sailing on Sundays.
Those of us who live on Scottish Islands have been complaining, inconvenienced, and generally suffering as our lifeline ferry system has become a national embarrassment. The disastrous ferries are an object lesson in how NOT to run…well, anything.

With an aged fleet that is decades past its sail-by date, plus two rusting hulls years past their launch dates, hundreds of millions of pounds over budget, and woefully unlikely to meet the most minimal of performance standards, it’s not surprising that fingers of blame are pointed at the government in Edinburgh.
But a recent press release from Rev. David Blunt, Clerk to Presbytery, Free Church of Scotland, offers a different explanation. Apparently the failures are due to the 2009 addition of sailings on Sundays, which immediately invoked “God’s displeasure and rebuke”. The ages of the boats have nothing to do with their failures, and while the weather has been increasingly “adverse” since that date, it’s probably just another sign of heavenly “rebuke” and climate change is all down to CalMac sailing on Sundays.
This is surprising news for at least three reasons.
Reason #1. Sunday? Are you sure?
First and foremost, of course, is the fact that the Bible doesn’t name Sunday as the sabbath. Indeed, Exodus 20:8—on which Rev. Blunt bases his criticism—actually says something to the effect (after translation) of:
Remember to keep the Sabbath day holy.You are to labor and do all your work during six days, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the LORD your God. You are not to do any work—neither you, nor your son, nor your daughter, nor your male or female servant, nor your livestock, nor the alien who is within your gates—because the LORD made the heavens and the earth and the sea, and all that is in them, in six days, then he rested on the seventh day. Therefore, the LORD blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.
The seventh day of the week is (and was) of course Saturday. Indeed, it wasn’t until the Church had been around for almost four centuries that it got around to switching the sabbath to Sunday, the first day of the week.
Reason #2: ALL the laws, all the time?
Before we can follow Rev. Blunt’s strictures regarding the Sabbath, I would like to be assured that he is strictly adhering to all other biblical requirements. There are a ton of other commandments, but here are a representative handful that I’m sure Rev. Blunt will want to reassure all of us about before we could take him seriously about Sunday ferrying. Especially his wife, who will never ever even consider giving him a hand (literally) in any future altercations. For example, consider the following:
- Wear polyester, go to hell. Same if you cross breed your cattle, your dogs, or your tomatoes. [Leviticus 19:19 reads, “You are to keep My statutes. You shall not breed together two kinds of your cattle; you shall not sow your field with two kinds of seed, nor wear a garment upon you of two kinds of material mixed together.”] You’d better not be wearing shoes made of leather, trainers made of rubber and canvas, cotton tidy-whities with elastic, a fleece sweatshirt, or almost any kind of coat that you didn’t knit straight off a (non-crossbreed) sheep, or it’s burn in eternal hell.
- Haircut: Does Rev. Blunt sport a regulation non-rounded haircut or a shaved chin? Leviticus 19:27 reads “You shall not round off the side-growth of your heads nor harm the edges of your beard.”
- Pigs (and Football): traditionally in America and historically in UK, a football is made of pigskin and thus of course, unclean. That includes, BTW, any shoes, belts, gloves, or gelatin-based dessert that might have porcine associations. [Leviticus 11:8, which is discussing pigs, reads “You shall not eat of their flesh nor touch their carcasses; they are unclean to you.”]
- Tattoos: No tramp-stamps for you or your congregants, Rev. Not even dedicated to religion or Mom. [Leviticus 19:28 reads, “You shall not make any cuts in your body for the dead nor make any tattoo marks on yourselves: I am the Lord.”]
- Divorce. Not happening. In fact, if any of your ancestors have split up, you’re technically a bastard. [Mark 10:11-12, “And He said to them, ‘Whoever divorces his wife and marries another woman commits adultery against her; and if she herself divorces her husband and marries another man, she is committing adultery.’”] And let’s not forget Deuteronomy 23:2, which helpfully instructs that if you’re a bastard, the child of a bastard… or even have a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchild of a bastard, you can’t come to church or synagogue either.]
- Equipment-Check: You can’t allow anyone into your church unless you’ve checked them for working testicles and/or penis. The bible isn’t the least bit specific about how they might have misplaced their equipment (cancer, castration, poor choices involving pickup basketball games when someone left a pencil in their back pocket…)—it just says, no balls, no praying. [Deuteronomy 23:1, “A man whose testicles are crushed or whose penis is cut off may never join the assembly of the Lord.”]
- Gold. Fuggetaboutit, you show-pony. [1 Timothy 2:9 warns: “Likewise, I want women to adorn themselves with proper clothing, modestly and discreetly, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly garments.”]
- Detest Bacon. (and sausage and ham and camel…) This couldn’t be more plain. Don’t go there. [Leviticus 11:3 “You may eat any animal that has a split hoof completely divided and that chews the cud.” And basically ALL of Leviticus, esp 11:10 “But all creatures in the seas or streams that do not have fins and scales —whether among all the swarming things or among all the other living creatures in the water—you are to detest. And since you are to detest them, you must not eat their meat and you must detest their carcasses.” This, by the way, rules out all shellfish, calamari, and a ton of other things including but not limited to camel, rock badger, rabbit, eagle, vulture, buzzard, falcon, raven, crow, ostrich, owl, seagull, hawk, pelican, stork, heron, bat, winged insects that walk on four legs unless they have joints to jump with like grasshoppers, bear, mole, mouse, lizard, gecko, crocodile, chameleon and snail.
- Birth Control. Technically, the Children of Israel were promised their offspring would be numerous as the stars, so birth control didn’t get a lot of airtime. BUT just in case, I hope the Rev. is aware that pulling out means death by smiting. [ Genesis 38:9-10: “Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so when he went in to his brother’s wife, he wasted his seed on the ground in order not to give offspring to his brother. But what he did was displeasing in the sight of the Lord; so He took his life also.”]
- Wife’s hand. By the way, you might want to mention to your wife that if you happen to go mano-a-mano with someone who wants to take a ferry on Sunday, and your wife attempts to save your sorry tuchus but she accidentally grabs your opponent’s family jewels, you will have to cut off her hand. Sorry about that Mrs. Rev, but it’s in the bible. [Deuteronomy 25:11-12. “If two men, a man and his countryman, are struggling together, and the wife of one comes near to deliver her husband from the hand of the one who is striking him, and puts out her hand and seizes his genitals, then you shall cut off her hand; you shall not show pity.”]
Reason #3: Sunday sailings are a fine old Scottish tradition
Alcohol does not solve any problem, but then neither does milk.” — Scottish Proverb
In Glasgow, we could always tell when the pubs closed because the singing would start. Scots have raised love of drinking to an art form, or at least to vocal celebration. By the 1830s, there was a pub for every 130 people (of all ages) in Glasgow. But that was also the date when the Temperance Movement was founded by John Dunlop in Glasgow. This resulted in the Forbes Mackenzie Act of 1853, making it illegal to serve alcohol on Sunday in restaurants, bars, and pubs.

It didn’t take long for parched Scots to find a loophole. Back then, there was a robust network of steamers—steam-powered boats taking passengers—and the Scots realized immediately that the ferries could serve their passengers Sunday alcohol. Soon the drunk Scots packing the Sunday steamboats were referred to as ‘steaming’ and ‘steaming drunk’.

The way I heard it, the spectacular Victorian Gents on Rothesay Pier were built because of God. In 1853, Scotland passed a law forbidding sale of alcohol on Sundays. But there was a loophole, allowing the steamboats that connected to the mainland to sell liquor. Thirsty Scots took to steamin‘—getting sloshed aboard the steamers—leading inevitably to a desperate need to er… de-slosh. Because Rothesay was a favorite haunt of wealthy Victorians, in 1899 the Rothesay Harbour Trust decided to spend the princely sum of £530 to establish a conveniently-located facility boasting the finest marble and inlaid mosaics, worthy of their valuable guests’ best efforts. (For more on the Victorian toilets, see THIS post. You know you want to.)
So there you have it. Historically, Sunday sailings have played a positive role. They cut down on the gangs of singing Scots roaming the streets of Glasgow. They led to some spectacular public toilets (for men anyway).
Prohibiting Sunday sailings because of biblical admonitions requires proof of strict adherence to ALL such laws, on pain of bastard-banishment, handless wives, smiting (those who pull out), and worst of all: NO BACON.
OMG! I don’t know how to express myself right now. I have to stop laughing first. 🙂 They are alive and well, still trying to convince the rest of us that there is only one book in the world worth reading. It’s interesting what lengths believers will go to in convincing the rest of the world that one often re-written book has all the answers. It’s gone on for eons.
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I think it’s like the fundamentalist worshippers of the American constitution. Yes, the original had a lot of answers for its time, but we’re not asking the same questions now.
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Ha! Well done. My grandmother always said anything done on Sunday would have to be undone up in heaven. Since I liked to garden on Sundays, I would ask her if that meant I’d have to replant the weeds up in Heaven. Sacrelig! Weeds are apparently not allowed in heaven though I couldn’t give you chapter and verse.
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There MUST be weeds in heaven—how would gardeners know they are in paradise if they can’t put their hands into dirt?
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There is so very much I would like to say but I am afraid that God might be listening. I know She has a sense of humour but I still worry…
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“And God promised men that good and obedient wives would be found in all corners of the earth.” Then She made the world round, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. (I saw this on Reddit years ago, but don’t know their source)
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I love that!
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Oh! Hahahahhahaha! Of course, why didn’t I think of this?
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😘
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Oh my goodness 😂😂
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I can’t make this stuff up!
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You really couldn’t!
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Hahaha!😁 So good, Barb!
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It had to be done!
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Barb, your in-depth biblical knowledge is astounding. But then, why should I be surprised? Thank you for a mirthful Sunday!
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Thanks Patricia!
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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As always, I appreciate the reblog!
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Nobody would be able to a better complaint, Barb! Lol May God have an ear on this. Best wishes, Michael
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It’s true–I’m a world-class complainer!
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You astounded me. Your knowledge of the Bible is compendious. If that comes from a deep religious education then you haven’t so much fallen as plummeted. Loved the stuff about mixed breeds. I knew marrying someone from Norfolk would bugger up my plans somehow… no cloud and harp for me.
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Someone from NORFOLK married you? How did your families deal with shame?
(As for my vast religious knowledge… How did people manage in the Time Before Google when they actually had to know shit?)
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And where do I stand having married across the ‘Röstigraben’? *
* When a Swiss GERMAN person marries a FRENCH spoken Swiss, we are bridging the Röschti ditch….. are we to go to hell now? 🤫😉
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“If two men, a man and his countryman, are struggling together, and the wife of one comes near to deliver her husband from the hand of the one who is striking him, and puts out her hand and seizes his genitals, then you shall cut off her hand; you shall not show pity”
Darn, they think of everything, don’t they?
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I’m particularly intrigued with the “you shall not show pity” approach. “You shall also not ever get laid again” is unsaid but obvious…
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And talk about being prepared—I absolutely adore the concept of the “alien within your gates” who will have to be restrained from Sabbath work. It does make me wonder what you’re allowed to use your alien for during the other six days?
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Utterly ridiculous. And hilarious.
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As always Barb, you’re a tonic x I will be dispensing this article to bring joy and well-being to others 😊
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Thanks so much Heather!
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Leviticus has a lot to answer for. 5 of Henry VIII’s wives for example. It was down to Leviticus that Henry could divorce Catherine. Come to think of it… if he hadn’t, we would have had a Scottish King much sooner. I feel a story coming on…
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Oooh! Go for it. I can’t wait to read.
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I understand that there are many, many books of the bible but those who came to rule in the past handpicked the ones that suited them and pushed the others into a dark corner and left us with the edited highlights. It’s not surprising that anyone trying to follow the advice to the letter is left struggling to reconcile the countless contradictory rules. Having said that, the Rev. David Blunt is clearly a learned man who abides by the King James version and therefore must be right. It’s a pity you’ve wasted all this energy on a campaign that simply required Sunday abstinence. (I also view polyester as an abomination…)
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You’re probably right. Just remember to keep a close eye on the alien within your gates, and of course to NEVER protect your beloved by grabbing his opponent’s goodies. It would be such a drag to have to learn to type one-handed.
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You shall not eat anything that dies of itself; you may give it to the alien who is within your gates, that he may eat it, or you may sell it to a foreigner. Not all bad news for the alien within my gates, then. The alien can have the roadkill, and my husband’s opponent can rest easy, too – I’ll not be grabbing ANY of his bits.
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Actually, I think the alien gets bacon too. So…
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Very interesting and well-researched, Barb. I am reading a history of Scotland now and the Rev. blunt sounds like a Covenanter. He could be a Baptist here!
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I’m sure he’s sincere in his beliefs. But I am also pretty sick and tired RIGHT NOW of people telling us what to do because they feel they have some direct line to a deity or ancestor who gives them a supernatural (or at least patriarchal) right to make decisions for everyone.
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Sincere, yes. Misguided, yes.
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Spectacular! Smite thee thou hand – or something like that. Just don’t do it on a Sunday. Or Saturday. A dilemma appears.
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I’ve already told the Hub that if he gets into a fight, he’s on his own. I need both of my hands.
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The ferry nightmare never ends, fueled by Rev. Blunt. This was so funny!!!
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Thanks Jennie! Fact is, it caught me at a bad time — I don’t need one more person telling me they get to make decisions about what we can do on Sundays, or what they’ve decided the bible “means”, or what women can do with their bodies. Humor is the only tool I’ve got (since I’m for sure not going to grab for their family jewels if the Hub takes them on…)
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Well said, Barb! I’m in your court on all counts. Humor is the greatest tool.
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Why oh why did this gem escape my attention?
I always thought I knew my bible a bit but now I realise to have NO CLUE on any of the ‘important ‘ stuff 😇
Isn’t it always and forever just a matter of wilful interpretation, as in Only believing the statistics I forged myself”? If I didn’t nearly get a laughing fit reading this. I might have been tempted to use the words of the Lord or even Satan towards the Rev…..
AND I know now wherefore stems (probably) the word ‘steaming drunk’! Ta mille fois for answering that burning question.
Lots of love my American/Scottish friend with GREAT humour and two well working typing hands. Preserve and keep them, if not for you and hubby, then for us.
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Thanks a bazillion for this very fun comment! Or (as we would say in the US south, “Bless your heart”)
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When we lived in rural England I had at least 2 friends saying ‘O bless you’ frequently…..
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You’re absolutely right—that is the origin of steaming drunk. (See how educational my blog is?)
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I know and I’m happy to learn a little bit something every single day 🤩
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Wherefore…. autocorrect AND the tiniest typestyle on my smartphone…. ONLY on your blog, for unknown reasons.
Must ask the reverend
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What DO you get up to on Sundays? Autocorrect is your divinely-administered admonishment.
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It’s good to know that someone’s wife out there has nothing to fear should she, while defending her husband, attempt to grab my bits… for an empty sack, bereft of testes would slip through her fingers.
Furthermore, although my unfortunate castration didn’t involve pencils or basketballs, the rule “no balls, no praying” still applies. But, I’ve never liked church so my balls, or lack thereof, are in that regard not a problem.
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Ah but it’s not about whether you’re allowed to pray as much as whether she keeps her hand, for which ‘you shall not show pity.‘
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