I still haven’t left yet, it’s seven and I’m missing a ride because…my computer is not in the mood. For. Typing. OR rotating the damn pix. (Since sorted.)
I’ve got my Pure Glesga Patter tea-towel (thank you velopest, you’re the best) so I can say:
“Howzitgoanchief?” (How are you?)
“We wur oot oan the ran dan” (we painted the town red)
Here’s a little seasonal musik for yez.