I admit, I was lured over there a couple of times....by promises of Glennie's Single malt rot gut. It was the sound of that "gad awful" pipe ting they call a musical instrument they were blow'into that cast me back here (sounds like they stepp'ed onto a cats gonads . ...That's the reason they talk the way they do....too much blow'in Scotch vapours into those pipes...there's the frontal lobe brain damage from blow back fumes, and the added pressure on the "roids that'll put a lift on the back of the kilt.