The Scotsman’s Lounge
Last summer I was invited, by a couple of new Scottish friends, to watch some football at The Scotsman’s Lounge. Of course, I joined them. While I could understand about 70% of the Scottish English being spoken by the two of them, the older guy in the group was completely unintelligible to my ears. I take that back, I could understand him when he said “fuck” or “cunt” which was about every other word so I guess I could understand about 50% of what he said.