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I'm at home in Scotland, and yesterday was out in Edinburgh. We had to get a rail replacement bus home as there were engineering works on, but the whole trip was made for me by some of the banter I heard.
Three young, slightly tipsy chaps in kilts got on, and proceeded to make my wife and I snigger with the kind of banter that makes me proud to be Scottish - quick-witted, dry as a bone and in broad Scots accents.
Then this exchange took place.
Young guy in Kilt and Ramones t-shirt: "I ken that guy."
*points out of window at a young man with bleached hair in a Hi-vis jacket directing the buses*
His friend: "Who, that guy?"
Ramones: "Aye, him. He used to work beside my maw."
(a beat of silence)
Ramones: "He's a married man."
(another beat)
Ramones: "Married tae another man."
His friend: "What, like one of they, eh, civil partnership thingies?"
Ramones: "Aye, one of them."
(Two seconds of silence)
Ramones: "He sucks cock, ye ken."
(Another beat)
His friend: "Cock?".
Ramones: "Aye".
(A beat)
Ramones: "Which is fair play, like."
His friend: "Aye."
Ramones: "Aye, this is the age of miracles and wonders."
(Several seconds of silence)
Then they went straight back to talking about the rugby match they'd just come from. I grinned the rest of the way home. |
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