And they probably never will.
Still, it was a bit shit though, watching it back. Mainly because, as CHB put it, my arse was tighter than a Scotsman's wallet and if I farted, then dogs would have started barking.
For the record- the raucous laughter came from a Scottish friend of mine.
The person leaving was my Dad going to the back of the bar to take photos.
(, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 17:02, archived)