A few nights ago I had the privilege of bumping into another Scot in Cape Town. I've only met two others, who haven't quite been on the same page as me. Oh well you can't have it all anyways it was a bot of a laugh cause although we didn't orginate from the same area. We certainly had some shared geographical experiences. What a laugh! We agreed we should meet up for a drink sometime, then I realised today was St Andrew's Day. Well fuck I had to send the guy a message then. Then we both jovially exchanged that neither of us really celebrated it, or Burns. Is this a Scottish fail or merely the acceptance of working class roots; where all that bollocks doesn't really matter. Who knows?
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