Scotland. What does it mean to you?

[Haruki]

To me it means the beautiful gothic looking city I was born in. Cool as.

To me it's the humour we permeate despite the grey skies and driving rain.

To me it's a beautiful train ride through the Grampians.

To me it's a mountain.

To me it's the utter humility of reading an interview with James McFadden after destroying the world champions.

To me it's the tartan army. He who laughs, laughs.

To me it's a munroe (no capitals).

It's not a midge, but you've got to be proud of the wee f#ckers.

To me, it's the festival.

To me it's the mock friendliness of the weegie despite their rep as being the murder capital of Europe.

It's not the OF. F#ck them.

To me it's the magnificence of our inventions and the lack of concern if their our ours. "We invented them, that's e-f#ckin-nuff, eh?"

To me it's Welsh's "Trainspotting".

To me it's Kelman's "How late it was".

To me it's our oil and future role in all future alternative energy sources.

To me it's haggis. It's 100% better than most's national dishes.

I'll come back to this but better get to my bed. Feel free to continue in my absence.

 

[dangerousdavid]

I hate being Scottish.

We're the lowest of the fucking low, the scum of the earth, the most wretched, servile, miserable, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization.

Some people hate the English, but I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers. We can't even pick a decent culture to be colonized by.

We are ruled by effete arseholes.

It's a shite state of affairs and all the fresh air in the world will not make any fucking difference.