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I knew I could be coming across like a complete idiot, but because of my soft spot for Scots, and more importantly - whisky, I carried on with the conversation.
'Yeah', 'True', 'Ha, ha', 'Really?' Based on his intonation, facial expressions and single words I managed to make out, I kept responding in an uncommitted way to what the friendly Scot said, thinking that at least if the no-nonsense Haggis eaters and image-unconscious Caber tossers do go their own way, they'll have the bonus of being able immediately to have a foreign language. Whereas the poor Welsh, regardless whether they'll stay in or get out one day, will have to content themselves with a mere bad accent.
P.S. I've just seen 'Sunshine on Leith' and was wondering how they could have forgotten about subtitles. Then I remembered that it is a Scottish production and somebody must have decided to save a few quid. (But then again, they must have spent a fortune spreading the shooting over three or four years to be able to do all the sunny scenes...)
