Asked on a Scottish prog...
And who's saying we are? Nicky Campbell and his audience of fat fucks, old gits and girly poofs, who last took part in a race when their mate made a late
dash for the last pickled egg at the Golden Grill.
My ma does it as well, all through the tennis, golf, football, rugby, olympics etc etc, moaning about the state of Scottish sport between mouthfulls of a six pack of pork pies.
I can't stand it so I cant.
