Sounds a bit like English muck to me.
A croissant with a tattie scone, lorne sausage, Stornoway black pudding and poached egg is the way to go.
Freedom on a plate.
Yup.
I keep threatening to have the back garden replaced with a swimming pool.
But, you know. Lochee, Friday nights after closing time. Recipe for disaster.
How about re-assessing your tone when posting?
For the umpteenth time, would you be as belittling and condescending when engaging with someone face to face?