ffs.. ya couldnt hear me as you were in the middle of a coughing fit, as i mentioned it was YOUR round.
My wizard wheeze was to blacken the face of Roy Rodgers, with various hues of peanut brittle and madras curry. I hear the Calton ladies are a pretty gruesome bunch, so we would have got Bobby to do it while we pretended to be at the buffet getting his Vol u vonts.
As he was pulled out and battered by a thousand sovereign rings, we would merely get into the pope mobile,sponsored by blue lagoon pizzas. and make our way, to seek revenge, on the growlers from kinning park. Whom ,by this time shall be old ladies. But i shall never forget the faces of hate,they are implanted on my brain. After duffing THEm up, the world is our oxter!
NEXT stop…. Bowhill and Methil in FIfe ;)