My former boss lived at Bridge of Alan. He was a bit weird. And probably gay in spite of being married with children and a very lovely, if not slightly insane, spaniel. He would frequently comment on the niceness / pertness etc of male colleagues' backsides... to their faces. And touchy. Very, very touchy. Having biceps assessed for girth and strength was not uncommon. Inappropes, m7...

Otherwise, he was a great boss. And lived in a really spectacular house. Would visit me in Oban and bring a huge slab of fresh, wild venison, which he would cook into a gourmet feast. 

Scotland times were good times.

I often wonder if Brexit goes ahead, if Scotland will secede and join the EU, and I can then trade my soon-to-be utterly useless UK passport for a Scottish one.

I dreaded the idea of unexpected snake from Bridge of Alan boss...

yeah, you'll be right bungle