I have to admit that the jocks do provide massive entertainment and value for money. I was standing outside Glasgow train station at 2 am waiting for a taxi, with five or six others in the queue. This guy comes staggering up and starts shouting '**** yous, fkin **** yes, yer f*ckers' , holding a bottle of brown in his hand.
He was about 50 odd and pretty harmless so we just sort of ignored him as he ranted on, then he dropped the bottle. He looked mortified but then broke into a massive grin when it didnt break, just a few bubbles came ou the neck.
He started doing a little jig, giving us the two fingers shouting '**** yous, fkin **** yes, yer f*ckers'
Then he bent down to get his ale and a quarter bottle of whiskey fell out his top pocket and smashed in the gutter.
O how we laughed
He was about 50 odd and pretty harmless so we just sort of ignored him as he ranted on, then he dropped the bottle. He looked mortified but then broke into a massive grin when it didnt break, just a few bubbles came ou the neck.
He started doing a little jig, giving us the two fingers shouting '**** yous, fkin **** yes, yer f*ckers'
Then he bent down to get his ale and a quarter bottle of whiskey fell out his top pocket and smashed in the gutter.
O how we laughed
Comment