A few of us were sitting round having a chat and a laugh today when my boss made a quip, unfortunately I don’t speak Scots so I had to ask him to repeat it three times. I could tell he was getting pretty damned exasperated with by the end of it. It was all very much like the conversations between Alan Partridge and his Geordie security guard mate…’i'm sorry, didn’t quite catch that…’ Funnily enough what he was saying was some kind of football metaphor which meant fuck all to me anyway.
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