. . . to all the neds, huns, teuchtars, fur coat and no knickers types, the ninety-minute nationalists and the shortbread biscuit brigade.*
* Don't be offended. I'm in there somewhere, myself.
Showing posts with label Scottish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scottish. Show all posts
Friday, November 30, 2018
Friday, April 27, 2007
Louche in Translation
Cut and pasted from Q magazine.
“He wasn’t drunk. He’s from Scotland.”
A spokesman explains why Paolo Nutini kept stumbling and slurring his words during a gig in Swindon.
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