Inside: This is true. Years
ago, your esteemed editor was taking a summers evening walk along Yonge Street in
Toronto. It mustve been early evening, I remember, because it was 8.30pm and the
bars were still open (arf).
Anyhoo, I made the mistake of acknowledging the drunken greeting of some gassed bam
who, it turned out, came fae Maryhill and was attracting the interest of the local polis.
The ensuing, and mercifully brief, conversation went something like this:
DB: Come oan, me and youll take on they bastardin polis.
Me:I dont think so pal.
DB: How no? Are you no Scottish?
Me: Yes, Im Scottish but that doesnt make me fuckin stupid.
*With climatic apologies to people living in BC.