I thought they called them turbos because they already called sneakers “trainers.” Those whacky Brittons. Can’t spell, can’t make a decent whisky, can’t find the exit. Now the Scots- a truly fine people. Ruggedly independent, fiercely loyal to their kin and clansman, and donnae gie a sheep’s arse if’n ye call it a tarebo err a whirligig, laddie!
Heres ta Scotland! May those that love us, love us.
And for those that don’t, may the Good Lord
turn their hearts;
And if He canna turn their hearts,
Let Him turn their ankles
So we’ll know them by their limpin’.