My lovely nephew, Jimmy Jazz (age 12) told his mum a funny story the other day. He was coming home from school on the train as usual with the hundreds of other pupils from his school. A little old lady came on and was trying to squeeze past all the kids. She kept saying politely, "Excuse me, boys...excuse me, boys", but being typical teenagers, they weren't budging. Finally, she got a bit exasperated and shouted, "Would you wee b***ds move out of the f*** way!" I just love Glasgow people.
More updates later, mes amis.