Tommo has broken magnificently from the stalls and is showing that early turn of foot and phrase which has seen him take the Arse championship from many a mere pretender. On walkabout, he swoops upon an unsuspecting young couple sitting on the lawn, reading the sports pages: "Hallo, hallo, where are you from? Are you here for a day out?" :blink:
Then sturdily on with cries of "Och aye the noooooo... " having spotted a far too Sassenach-friendly young chap in a kilt. Out with your dirk, you wimp, and gut him on the spot! No, everyone is going to prove that most people are basically good and kind, and refrain from dinging him with the nearest bottla Bolly or spearing him with their high-heeled Jimmy Choos.
Oh, the horror, the horror....