Scottish Culture's ra bhoy !

[Lachlan09]

Who’d have thought it ? Out here in the sultry climes of Arabia (well it is raining a bit now), I found Scottish culture in this unlikely place. Yes, on Thursday in the depths of an exotic DVD store populated with Hollywood, Bollywood and Arabic tales of greatness past, I found a corner of Scotland, a sole true cairngorm gem amongst a heap of tax-free 22 ct gold bracelets and knuckle-duster-sized rings. So, eagle-eyed and swifter than Mehmet my Hawk, I scooped up the DVD collection (all 8 vintage and classic series) of Scotland’s greatest modern philosopher and bon raconteur – Glesga’s own Rab C. Nesbitt. Ah'm telling you bhoy, there’s no’ a drap o’ keech in it and it’s magic, so it is ! See me ? - See me ? - Ah'm scum !

As Rab's elder son replied to a hoyty-toyty Kelvinside-type woman who had chastised him, the boy said “Why no’ pit a crack in yer face and mek yer erse jealous ?”

Ony o' yous heard o' hum owerra watter ?