Matt, that story really did make me laugh out loud.
Sometimes it makes me cringe when I hear fellow Scots insisting they know best just because they are from Scotland.

I will admit, when I was a young teenager I was more than a little like that. Teenage-angsty-know-it-all hormones mixed with anger at the American boy who went to our school and complained about hating Scotland. It wasn't until I was 20 it occured to me that the poor boy had been uprooted from a very happy life and transplanted somewhere that was socially a million miles away.

That said, once you 'grow up' you are generally supposed to have at least manners if not sense.

In a perfect world, eh?


As for being a bastard for having red in your tartan, that's a new one on me!
Doesn't the Balmoral tartan have a wee red stripe in it?