Originally Posted by Urban Hatemonger

Whair's it yis come fae then?

- Sorry, I can't really understand you . . . These foreign ****s've goat trouble wi the Queen's ****in English, ken. Ye huv tae speak louder, slower, n likesay mair posh, fir the ****s tae understand ye.

- WHERE . . . DO . . . YOU . . . COME . . . FROM?

That dis the ****in trick. These nosey ****s in front ay us look roond. Ah stares back at the ****s. Some ****er's oan a burst mooth before the end ay this ****in journey, ah kin see that now.

- Ehm . . . we're from Toronto, Canada.

- Tirawnto. That wis the Lone Ranger's mate, wis it no? ah sais. The birds jist look it us. Some punters dinnae ****in understand the Scottish sense ay humour.

- Where are you from? the other burd sais...

- Edinburgh, Rents goes, tryin tae sound aw ****in posh, ken. ****in smarmy rid-heided ****. He's aw ready tae steam in now, aw Joe-****in-Cool, once Franco breks the ****in ice.