@Richard Andersonand wildcatherderRE: your comments about a dubbed tv show yesterdayI think the programme may have been “Rab C Nesbitt”, a comedy programme about an alcoholic waster and his family who lived in Govan (a particularly rough area of Glasgow). He was a work shy alkie layabout, but also something of a philosopher. The show was hilarious! The image of him biting off a dead rat’s head, and spitting it at a shop door, where it stuck to the glass, horrifying the two snobby women inside, is making the laughter tears run down my cheeks now as I recall it.Although this was not dubbed where I lived (as Geordies, we are as unintelligible as the Glaswegians, and therefore are able to comprehend each other’s patois), I’m sure I can remember reading that it had to be dubbed for all the ‘Southern Softies’ who hadn’t a clue what he was talking about (and probably thought the show was a documentary).For your interest, in Scotland there is a mutual contempt and loathing between the people of Edinburgh (‘edinbuggers’), who won’t even put the bins out unless they are immaculately dressed in matching twin-set and pearls, or for the men, 3 piece suit and bow-tie, and those of Glasgow (‘weegies’), whose sartorial taste allegedly runs to whatever they could find on the floor the morning after the night before. The ladies of Glasgow, like those of Essex, favour the highly-sought after and ever-elegant ‘white stiletto’ as footwear, leading anthropologists to believe that perhaps a lone Pict managed to end up in Clacton after a night of plunder and rapine, and generously spread his seed before hitching a lift on an ox-cart back to Caledonia. So there may be hope for Essex people yet, as the Scottish genes are strong and fighting fit. We can but hope that the Celtic force is strong within them, for the sake of all humanity.