I remember the first day I landed in Glascow. I thought that my poor english was enough to communicate. Alas, that wasn't the case. I really suffered in that pub with a bunch of drunk Scottish people trying to explain to me why they hate the English. Left with a headache with just two pints of local ale. :) the good thing about it is that they never let me pay for it!

May the roof above us never fall in, and may the friends below never fall out!