Tartar

Recently I was reading a short story by local author Hugh Robinson entitled 'A wee bit of Christmas Crack.' In it one of the characters (Robert John) relates his close escape from a 'tartar' of a women. Who it seems held an over blown sense of her own importance as well as being somewhat fond of her own voice. Robert John sums up her qualities, for his friend Mick, with typical Ulster-Scots brevity and wit.

"When she engaged her tongue in conversation, I can tell ye Mick, it fairly shortened the winter!"