I was in an old Edinburgh boozer when the barman asked: “What’ll it be, son?”
I replied: “Lothian’s finest Scotch, double.”
Imagine my dismay when The Proclaimers wondered in, guitars and all.
I was in an old Edinburgh boozer when the barman asked: “What’ll it be, son?”
I replied: “Lothian’s finest Scotch, double.”
Imagine my dismay when The Proclaimers wondered in, guitars and all.