From where I sat I could not see him, but his voice was dominant.

'What's your fancy, jock?
Beer for you, Andra?
A pint and a dram for me.

This is better than vongblong and vongrooge, Davie.

Man, when I'm sittin' in those estamints, as they ca' them, I often long for a guid Scots public.' The voice was familiar.

I shifted my seat to get a view of the speaker, and then I hastily drew back.