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| Your place or mine, Rupie? |
Scottish Labour leader, Iain green-eye Gray stomped his foot. "How could my Aussie bird do it? What could he ever have seen in that tubby, slippery tongued haggis! Willy Rennie?..that jealous bitch. Never in the frame. If a dug looked his way he'd book a room at the Carlton. But... the letters; oh those letters! How do you think
I feel knowing aboot them noo? Their cosy evenings with a rare malt; the fire glintin' on his rugged, ootback features. Whit might hae gone doon, as they say? Aye, but now it's oh so clear why that Cheshire Nat Cat kept his geggy clamped shut! Oh Rupert...I'd a done ony thin' had you winked ma way."
