http://wundergroundmusic.com/scottish-man-accidentally-fingers-own-mum-following-buckfast-binge/
Its seems the health benefits of the tonic wine brewed in deepest Devon by teetotal monks are still the gift that keep on giving north of the Border.
Big question: did the rumour of a future import levy on Buckfast and polling day being a pre-sesh sober-ish Friday combine to scupper the Referendum for the SNP/Yes Vote?
My first (non-participatory) Buckie encounter:
VCP outside Portadawn sometime in July 199-..
Car stops short. Figure backs out of passenger seat, stands up, falls in roadside ditch - soles remain pointing skywards
Car slowly zigzags towards VCP
Driver (mit glassy Grin): Ello!
Me: Good afternoon Sir. Is your friend okay?
Driver: Burble [waves hand around car incorporating a footwell awash in empty buckie bottles]
Me: Ah - Hold a moment [gesticulates urgently for someone to turf the RUC out of their wagon and get them to translate/question/whatever]
Copper: Roads Closed. Bugger off.
Driver: Bleurgh, burble [conducts 16 point turn and drives back down the road past a pair of white trainer soles]
Inspection of the ditch shortly after found the passenger folded up like a diver doing a pike snoring his head off
Its seems the health benefits of the tonic wine brewed in deepest Devon by teetotal monks are still the gift that keep on giving north of the Border.
Big question: did the rumour of a future import levy on Buckfast and polling day being a pre-sesh sober-ish Friday combine to scupper the Referendum for the SNP/Yes Vote?
My first (non-participatory) Buckie encounter:
VCP outside Portadawn sometime in July 199-..
Car stops short. Figure backs out of passenger seat, stands up, falls in roadside ditch - soles remain pointing skywards
Car slowly zigzags towards VCP
Driver (mit glassy Grin): Ello!
Me: Good afternoon Sir. Is your friend okay?
Driver: Burble [waves hand around car incorporating a footwell awash in empty buckie bottles]
Me: Ah - Hold a moment [gesticulates urgently for someone to turf the RUC out of their wagon and get them to translate/question/whatever]
Copper: Roads Closed. Bugger off.
Driver: Bleurgh, burble [conducts 16 point turn and drives back down the road past a pair of white trainer soles]
Inspection of the ditch shortly after found the passenger folded up like a diver doing a pike snoring his head off