So, I love the brogue, OK, already, sue me, whatever

This guy hits that nail somewhat in my case. Fairly good quality snark, too, which gets points.

Don't disagree with him on any particular point. Except he seemed to miss out on the fun quotient I get out of dialectical differences.

In Scotland, touring about, we'd notice big signs: "Heavy Plant Crossing". WTH? Images came to mind of enormous two story high ferns slowly pushing themselves across the road with their fronds, their roots dragging behind, trailing soil...

Anyway. Were the words spoken to me by a bonnie laddie in the scots brogue, I'd have smiled and simpered and not even batted an eye. Just keep talking, Mac.

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