Thsi reminds me of a visit I made to Bathgate to stay with our dear departed and much missed friend, Druk. I'd gone to help him knock down and remove a long, low brick wall around the front of his house, prior to having a new wall built from lovely red sandstone. Lots of trips to the local council recycling centre with trailer loads of brick and rubble. After heaving one particular load of bricks into the rubble skip, I noticed we'd left a pile of muck outside the skip. Being a tidy chap, I walked across to the council's "recycling operative" and asked if he had a sweeping brush I could borrow. A long handled stiff brush was quickly proferred and I set off to walk back to sweep up the debris. Half way there, I turned back and sensing a bit of humour in the situation, asked the man if there were any instuctions that came with the brush.......
his reply, and I quote (with apologies to our Scottish members)
"Dinnae forget this is a cooncil place son: this how we use thae things here"
and with a wry smile, proceeded to turn the brush upside down and lean nonchalantly (and stylishly) on the bristles.
Canny Scot 1, Stupit Sassenach 0
Man's got to know when he's beaten.
