- to court. This can mean anything from chaste romantic dalliance to brazen hochmagandie. At one end of the scale we read, in the Herald (5 June 2000): I knew a couple in Govan who were winching for more than 30 years because they feared that marriage might destroy their good relationship.
At the other end of the scale, the court reporter of the same newspaper writes (24 March 2000): She told the court he wanted to go outside to “winch me”. Prosecutor Norman Ritchie asked if that meant sex and she said: “Yes.” She refused and went home.
It is normally a matter of mutual consent and some tenderness as experienced by the couple in Alan Spence’s Way to Go (1999): She turned and looked at me, amused, gave a wee chuckle, kissed me on the mouth hard and quick, and again, and we were kissing for real, lingering, soft and moist and warm, me and Jeannie winching, and I wanted it not to stop. But most of us have experienced a moment of dawning, horrified realisation: “Oh,” said Graeme, “I’ve winched a Bampot [a person given to unpredictable outbursts of stupid of even violent behaviour].” (Gordon Legge I Love Me (Who Do You Love?) 1994)